The Way I Had Love Figured

January 28, 2009
By Anonymous

"You are hurting me," I scream, "You are hurting me - it hurts!"
"Are you sure," he asked as he hurt me more and more.
I cried. "You are hurting me - STOP - it is breaking!"
He just looked at my heart in his hands. It was bleeding. He had stabbed it with a knife. He stabbed it twice. And so on.
"Can't you see it? The blood?!" I was screaming and crying in horror.
"You let me touch it."
"Stop stabbing it! Just stop - I let you -"
"Why would you let me. You gave me your heart. You said it was mine. I love you."
I smiled. The hurting was over (he loved me). I gave him my heart yet again and closed his hand over it. The bleeding went on, but he was touching it, holding it, squeezing it. And so it bled more.

Then we went outside. There were people there. I looked up at him. He looked back and smiled - my heart was bleeding more - and more. And so on.

"Stop - I told you it hurts - it hurts!" I looked around - Didn't anyone see the blood? "Can someone help me?"

"I love you," he said. People heard.

As he stabbed my heart, people walked by. They smiled as they gazed on a couple in love. "Lucky you, " said someone. "He loves her, he loves her."

Again, he was squeezing my heart. It was bleeding. And so on. I cried as he hurt me, again and again. How much blood?

He hurt me - he hurt me. "I love you," but again he loved me. The stabs hardly mattered.

The heart only bled.

I considered how much he loved me. A lot. Less than the blood in my heart, I hoped very much. It hurt when he stabbed me. Where would I die?

(For I cannot leave him as long as he has my heart)

The author's comments:
I realize that this story is not particularly romantic at all. However, this is an entirely metaphorical story of a distorted romance. It is, I think, a sad day when an independent person falls into the selfish, greedy hands of a manipulative person. Manipulative people are not forces to be reckoned with. They are forces to be avoided. So, if there is a message to this story, it would be to recognize a manipulator enough to walk away from one BEFORE s/he walks towards you. Otherwise, of course, you will lose all of your blood and die (just kidding) - in case losing your independence is not a worse enough death. Well....enjoy!

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on Nov. 24 2011 at 9:25 pm
mylifestoryonmywrist BRONZE, West Monroe, Louisiana
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Favorite Quote:
“So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska

I feel like it's like that girl who just wants to be loved and realizes (but not yet, obviously) that while yes, it's love, it's the wrong kind of love. 

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on Oct. 9 2011 at 3:15 pm
BluBliss GOLD, New York, New York
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Favorite Quote:
Bella's love for Edward was like, "Omg. He's hot. He's mine because he sparkles. Now I'll brood the wholle book while I'm with him."

I like the action, but it was a little repetitive with the word "bled" and "stabbed". And maybe condense words, like "you're" instead of "you are"? Otherwise, I liked it. It was creepy, and had lovely meaning. How did you think of such an awesome metaphor?!

on Feb. 16 2010 at 9:29 pm
Mykindapeopledontcarewhatyouthink BRONZE, Gueydan, Louisiana
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W O W i liked it alot. it was a little wierd but good




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