i have a love like romeo and juliet.
it's the most beautiful thing under the stars,
the way every time he kisses me,
it always leaves a scar.
these bruises he leaves are beautiful,
they look exactly like hearts.
i know he loves me
because he tells me so.
and i'll always have proof,
because these scars will always show.
he calls me sweetheart when he hits me,
and says "baby, you're beautiful" every time he leaves a scar,
i think its the sweetest thing in the world.
'cause these bruises look like hearts.
he'll sing me to sleep with his hands around my throat.
i'll lay still and be silent when i start to choak.
he kisses me softly as he tightens his grip.
but no matter how bad i fight it, my conciousness will slip.
i'll wake up with more bruises,
because he says that i screamed too much,
but i don't remember fighting,
just his firey touch.
i have a love like romeo and juliet,
there's poison on his lips,
but it hasn't killed me yet.
they all say he doesn't love me,
but i know it isn't true,
why else would he say "i love you"
every time he leaves a bruise?
Author notes
it's not love unless it leaves a bruise.
honest oppinions please and thank you.
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Masochist!!!
This is a wonderful poem. Masochists Unite! I know how it feels to see marks as love marks and not as signs of someone being too rough or abusive. I just hope you can tell the difference between abuse and rough. Wonderful poem again. I love it!!!!!

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WTF!! dude it's an awesome poem it's flippin raw man you got talent big sis
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Good
this is great it makes me want to go to sleep and dream up one of my own this is proabably the best love one i have read by you vampiress keep on writing and keep on fighting till the last breath no matter what don't give up.

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it's not a love poem.
it's about abuse if you read it. (yeah, i was in an abusive relationship, for all of 3 years.)
"way every time he kisses me,
it always leaves a scar"
"there's poison on his lips,"
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i have a love like romeo and juliet,
there's poison on his lips,
but it hasn't killed me yet.
My favorite part of the poem. This as well is personal to me, and I will spare you my stories and say only that I loved it.

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holy crap. this is fucking intense, i just dont even know what to say.


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