You Call This Love
He beat me,
I've been defeated.
He said love hurts,
but not like this.
"This Isn't me, baby I love you"
You kicked me while I was down,
I let you trick me,
You call this love?
Abuse isn't romantic.
We were both messed up,
You beat me and I stuck around.
Four months, not every day was bad.
Cut wrists and you'd still hit me,
Broken heart and you still hit me.
Daddy never raised, mommy never cared,
your whole family sleeps around.
Broken home, drugs were the way out.
"Hold my hand, make it look like you're happy"
You'd tell me my attitude was crappy,
another hit,
all you gave was bruises
I stuck around,
I'm now asking what was wrong with me?
I saw the little bit of good in you,
but you couldn't prove any of it true.
Now the bruises are healing
and the scars are somewhat fading.
but the mark you left on my heart and soul will never heal, never fade.
I'll be forced to live each day, this way
His voice, echoing through my mind
His face, , Images in my head,
I wish they will disappear
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~AUTHORS NOTE :)
Hey! So for those that are wondering this is true.
It was so hard to write about and I still find each day a challenge.
This guy was my boyfriend when I was 11 and he was 15.
I know the age is a huge thing but that doesn't mean I deserved any of this.
I am 13 now
To anyone who is going through something like this please talk to someone.
I am here for anyone.
Message me on kik at- angela7171
Also my Facebook is Angela Elizabeth Paulsen if you message me please tell me how you know me so I don't block you, I tend to block people I don't know.
Have a great day!! Stay Beautiful!! :)
Copyright © Angela Paulsen | Year Posted 2015
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