domesticabuse
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I'm going to say, Love is a bitch.
Little baby Cupid looks so innocent,
A cherub, an angel, a helpless baby.
Do not be fooled.
He is a jumbled mess of confusion and fast decisions
Her life becomes a mess of
Red lipstick defenses
Red lipstick state of mind
Look but don't see
Look but don't touch
I love you
They are words we hear all our lives
"I love you" says my mother as she kisses my small head before bed
"I love you" says my father before hanging up the phone
But what does I love you mean?
He came home late last night
I was never taught how to fight
He loves me, to him I owe
My body. I've been told by him so
He hurts, but then apologizes
I forgive, for in his eyes is
Shattered glass
On the floor
A broken reflection
Nothing more
Black and blue
Along my arm
From the one
Who promised no harm
Tears pooling
On the bed
You twisted my mind,
With your words and your lies.
You stole away my childhood,
In every way that you could.
She sits alone,
crouched in the darkness,
holding up her knees
with thin, spindly arms.
Dried tears have created a track
on her dirt streaked face.
Her blue eyes have lost their charm.
Happiness
Anger
Love
Hate
Presence
Absence
Prompt
Late
Pride
Embarrassment
Confidence
Worry
Ignore
Obsess
Delay
Oh what would I possibly do
and who on earth would I be,
if for just one tiny moment
A week I laid in wait.
Disappointed only by the silence.
Maybe what I encountered was strictly the will of fate.
I should not have jumped that fence.
I stood and stared as the man beat his wife.
Rhythm beats the drums while your guidance beats my heart.
To your song, I cannot dance.
To your song, I cannot love.
And according to your melodies, I will not live.
A notebook clenched tight to her chest,
She fills it with rivers red,
Against the crowd she seems to flow,
A teenage girl whom none know...
Tears and Blood
Shed in the night
She is cold,
And she’s alone.
For why she cries,
So many have died
And she fears the fate
For her own.
He hits her,
When she’s crying.
Asleep on the couch, waiting for your return,
Hoping for the best, fearing the worst,
As the door unlocks and the knob creaks, I turn,
A smile on my face.
Stumbling on the threshold, tequila in hand
