all it takes
is that single fist
to hit so hard, that
i don't feel a thing.
the room spins
fading to near black
forcing the tears away, again
though it doesn't hurt.
how many times
have we been here
listening to the words, begging
"baby, i'm so sorry."
smiling back again
biting back the burn
knowing what is needed, lying
saying it didn't hurt.
kissing the mark
down to my shoulder
blocking out the whiskey, lingering
it doesn't hurt anymore.
seeing you tomorrow
comes easier than today
the bruises expertly hidden, masked
pretending everything is okay.
laying down tonight
listening to you leave
counting all the reminders, silently
knowing soon it ends.
standing here now
the truth finally clear
standing up for myself, saying
"i won't hurt anymore."
Author notes
i wrote this because, lately, its come to my attention that more and more teenage girls are finding themselves in relationships that are dangerous to them. i was in an abusive relationship myself, and i guess you could consider me one of the lucky ones to have managed to get out and make life so that to an extent i can live as if it didn't happen. i am not afraid to go anywhere, do anything, which is not the case for a lot of young women. this piece, is to show that there can be life after, it doesn't have to end in death.
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I love you, hon. You're an amazing writer. Powerful poem.
Write on.
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i'M SORRY HUN THAT YOU HAD TO THIS. i WAS TAUGHT IT'S NEVER RIGHT TO HIT A LADY.
IT'S JUST TOO BAD MORE MEN WeREN'T TAUGHT THIS WAY
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Lady Rose.
(fixes his jaded, crimson gaze and stares as if into oblivion)
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This is a profoundly disarming write.
Shameful and yet proud; conflicted
in a strange balance. This is more of
a manifesto than a poem.
...more touching than I can say, Assassin Darc
(traces an inverse elliptical helix in his forehead)
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I've been there. I've wanted to believe that it wouldn't happen again. The first time was a fluke, or he was just having a bad day. But I knew better, still I made excuses. I excused away the pain, hid all the tears. Lying to myself "it was only the beer". I wanted to run but I could never move. I wanted to hide but I felt I had nothing to lose. And still he comes around, even after I left. To throw a few more punches and leave me numb again. All I can say is for me, the story never ends.
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Bravo
You hit the mark on this one. You need to empower young women, Inspire, and support. and you have done this with this poem. Any guy who strikes a lady is nothing but a punk that need to take his agression to a real man and find out how he fairs. I may be a poet but I assure you when the chips are down I can defend myself and any lady within my range. So to all the abusive SOB's out there that think hitting a lady is OK look me up and we can dance! I work at an ER room so it would be a short trip for you to find help once I am done with you!
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Aye, well done with your authors notes. There is an easier way then death with situations like that, they just have to take a stand and actually leave the relationship. It may not hurt as much but it still stays with you.
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