I'll take it

I'll take it.

The screams and yelling.
The slaps and bruises.
The weight of the world.

I'll take it.

The lonely nights.
The useless fights.
Drinking the night away.

I'll take it.

Your kiss.
Your touch.
Our bodies molding into one.

I'll take it.

The morning after.
No laughter.
No love.
No desire.

I'll take it.

The drunken slurs.
You with her.
Our world crumbling down.

I'll take it.

Nights like this.
When we're close.
Romance at most.

I'll take it.

Your hand on my skin.
My flesh burning for you.
The tears on my cheeks.

I'll take it.

The coldness of your stare.
You want me there.
Roughness at best.

I'll take it.

The cuts and the scrapes.
The healing process without you.
The cold shoulder too.

I'll take it.

I'm nothing like her.
You remind me everyday.
But I'll forget it later anyway.

I'll take it.

Cutting open my wounds.
There's no one like you.

As long as you'll give me something...

I'll take everything.