abuse

they say abuse
is
a powerful word
filled with
meaning

no

abuse is like feeling alone
in a dark room
its like hurtful words
tip toeing across your collarbones
and
peircing your skin

it's not good
it's not your moira

you can get out
you can leave

forget his honey soaked lips
and flower filled mouth
fill your mind with flowers
the a l i v e ones

not the dead ones he planted there

you deserve better
you can find it

please don't forget

happiness is your destiny
your moira

this isn't

and don't worry

if you leave ,
you'll be okay

the sun will shine
and those thoughts won't creep
up your spine
anymore

even though he was
an unspoken poem
filled with cherry wine
and honey

you deserved better

and

abuse is never okay

This poem is about: 
Me

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