You were hitting me hard with your fists and words,
punching out life from my limbs.
You killed my spirit for life all because of the
love you had for me.
Did I love you?
Did she?
It does not matter.
You HURT me.
ME, you hurt.
HURT - YOU - ME!
LOVE
your Honor,
Your LOVER
Your love for me wasn't slick -
a dentist's drilling tool;
last month's razor's edge, ready to be replaced;
by the next young thing to join
the grocery cart.
This is the LAST you will hear from me.
Remember.
A contest entry
- A Letter To Tim ( My Abuser) by Viyanna Rosemarie.
375 points, ended December 15, 2007, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I'd like some ideas on how to make this more complete - there is so much of a story to tell here, Some ideas on how to find the story behind the poem would help.
Comments
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Wow Emily..this is an emotional work. I think you hit this one on the head for the words you put into this.THANKS for sharing.




