Loving My Abuser

June 4, 2013
You threw me a round a bit, back then.
Almost like a merry-go-round,
And then,
You stopped the journey abruptly,
Flinging me to the ground,
The momentum
Of our clandestine love
For at least one moment, the truth revealed.
You see,
Sometimes I knew how you hated me
While you kissed me,
And yet how did it matter, when I was so enraptured
In you?
I those moments, I remembered briefly
The bruises on my neck and arms, by your hands,
And then there was the pocketknife and the
Self-inflicted misery, self-hatred, and worse of all,
The thought that maybe
When all is brought to light, when I finally see you,
I really will be worth
And the lies and secrets—the love we shared—
Will be flung to the dust
With me,
And I’ll be left to lay in my own
And my moth-eaten depravity.

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HazelGrace said...
Jul. 28, 2013 at 2:04 am
awww :( This is amazing. The pain and sorrow is evident but you made it art. Fantastic work
Krasota This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 21, 2013 at 6:16 pm
So sad...I admire how you manage to hit on all the touchy topics that no one really wants to cover, and so beautifully and truthfully, too. Good job with the merry-go-round metaphor! :D
Jade.I.Am This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jun. 21, 2013 at 7:20 pm
Thank you so much,  I'm glad you understand :)
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