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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Love as a Weapon Love me from afar, don’t come too near, Your touch is a weapon, your voice is fear. You call it devotion, but it feels like chains, A puppet you pull through bruises and pains. You thrive on my sorrow, my silence, my cries, Each tear that I shed is the spark in your eyes. You claim it is love, but it’s hunger for control, A power-fed fire that devours my soul. Possession is not love it’s a prisoned embrace, Authority and ego carved deep in your face. You beat me to stillness, you break me to dust, Then whisper “I love you” in lies I can’t trust. I stay because leaving feels harder than pain, Because you convinced me I need you to stand. You are the roof, the food, the lock on the door, You swear I’d be nothing, less than before. You promise me change with blood on your hands, Say “this was the last time,” beg me to understand. You cry that without me you’ll fall apart, So I stitch your chaos with my broken heart. You tell me I’m lucky, no one would stay, That I’m damaged, unlovable, in everyone’s way. So fear starts to sound like the price I must pay, And surviving beside you feels safer than change. But hear me, woman, reading these scars If love makes you bleed, it’s not love you are. Love does not threaten, control, or confine, It doesn’t demand you shrink to survive. You are not weak for the nights that you stayed, You were taught to endure, taught to obey. But needing someone does not make it right For them to steal your body, your breath, or your light. There is a way out, even slow, even small, Even whispered in fear against a locked wall. One step, one truth, one moment of air Is still a beginning still proof you are there. You are more than the bruises you learned how to hide, More than the shame he pushed deep inside. You are not his burden, his cure, or his scar You are whole, you are worthy, exactly as you are. So love me from distance, stay out of my skin, Because closeness with violence is never a win. I’m tired of hoping your promises last I choose my own life. You are my past.
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