My love, misunderstood
From the moment I entered I could
Feel the squirm, get me out of this place
I didn’t like the sound, I didn’t like the taste
From your eyes pours pain
Always someone else, never you to blame
Always the victim, always hurt
My sleeves stained red, from your filth, from your dirt
In a single moment, I knew it was time
To go, to run, to leave you behind
For good, for me, for all who believe
That to love yourself sometimes you must leave
Never did I know such pain could exist
Than the moment I knew forever, forever you would be missed
Your words, your anger, your pure disdain
For a daughter as a stranger, who barely knew my name
I’ll love you and cherish the good as often as I need
But just know from you, my heart has been freed
My love, my love, my love, misunderstood
Never have I forgotten, never could, never would
-Alison Chrun
Appetite for Honesty 