Jay Loveless Poet Free verse

Unforgiving

You think you know him
But you refuse to see
The artful way he abuses me
He captivates my mind
He traps my soul
He pins my arms to my side
When I tell him just to go
He uses knife like words
To slice me with his tongue
His eyes are like daggers
Causing me to come undone
Harsh fingers press against my face
Proving im a Doll
To play with as he choses
Or throw against the wall
He taunts with cruel intentions
To make my heart bleed
Playing Devils advocate
Once I cry myself to sleep
Soft and bitter sweet
In an instant he turns to stone
A heart as cold as ice
Mean down to the bone
But you refuse to see
You glance the other way
And listen to his words
You join in his game
Each word he says is now a jest
Each look is a mistake
And when he grips painfully
He just meant to play
Close your eyes to his work
It really is an art
But no matter how you spin it
Inside he is an abusive jerk

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Justin Bordner November 9, 2012 at 7:24 PM Abuse, it is an instrument that we can play against ourselves, or towards others vulnerabilities - strengths can be developed by being exposed to mistreatment - sometimes being abused makes me feel more alive, not in a self pitying way but by making my heart pine for inventive solutions - perhaps the most nasty form of abuse is the tactic of malvolently manipulating one's sense of hope only to smother it with a feeling of futility - you make this abuse sound charming, almost sexy - Justin Bordner November 9, 2012 at 7:27 PM you demonstrate dignity by writing so eloquently about the difficulty of managing abuse Jay - I like the line, ' harsh fingers press against my face proving im a doll...' riveting expression - J.A.B. %

Richard Lamoureux November 6, 2012 at 5:28 PM I will join this parade as well, also coming from an abusive home. I have written a poem called "Weapons of Mass Destruction" that really parallels what has been written here. It is not in my Soup Collection it is part of the book I am finishing which deals with recovery from abuse. I think it is intresting how all of us wounded birds find each other. Perhaps we can aid each other to fly. Well written depiction of a very difficult Experiances. This took a lot of courage.