Love Me Harder

When I told him to love me harder, I didn’t mean it literally Some girls get flowers, some get hickies Hell, some even get babies But I got bruises Because my man always chooses To display to everyone that I’m his girl And instead of showing me the world He shows me a balled fist And I hid from my family a broken wrist It was harder to hide the black eye But you know I was a clumsy kid growing up I always managed to trip over the good ones And land on the bad guy Crying never did me much good My mascara always ran before I ever could When I told him to love me harder I should’ve seen this coming He used to be a prince But ever since, I started spending a lot of time putting on perfume And painting my nails It would consume The time I usually needed to worship at his feet And I thought I reached my feat Once he said our relationship was heading in a backward direction I agreed, he slapped the lipstick off my face And managed to have an erection After a while I never muttered any ifs, ands, or buts I learned to keep my mouth shut If not, my teeth would have to make room for his knuckles While my knees unbuckled from the weight of his blow He loved me harder And let everybody know