It all started when he said loved me. When he would hold my hand tightly as if I would slip away if he didn't. He'd call every night because if he didn't hear my voice before he went to sleep he would have nightmares that felt so much like reality. I was new to this whole "love" business, but to a babies heart sweet words always felt right. Yes, a baby. That's what I was, a child. Looking for something that I never got at home. I thought I had found it when I found you.But I found a bigger feeling than being alone. All I found was a pain thrusting inside my little body one day and I could hear myself screaming "STOP" but you didn't. Was this your definition of love? I remember sharp nails digging into my shoulder, while you were digging into me. "IT HURTS" that what I screamed but you never stopped. I never asked for this but you gave it to me. You gave me these memories that appear every time I blink, You gave me this sadness that made my heart sink.You gave me this anger that blows whenever I hear someone talk,You gave me this shell that wouldn't break even if a million hammers were thrown at me while I walk. I couldn't talk to anyone about this, so i picked up a pen. That's where I met my new love, a true love, its you love, POETRY. You listened to me at my most silent moments. You were there when I sat in endless sorrow. I was twelve and I didn't look forward to tomorrow. But, you poetry gave me something to believe in and that's why I live for you. Poetry.