He took me by my arms.
Squeezing them in his hands.
He pushed me through the door.
Shoved me on the bed.
He took out his knife.
Cutting off my panties at last.
He held it to my throat.
Telling me to stay quiet.
He took off his jeans.
Standing naked before me.
He parted my legs.
Pushed himself inside.
He held me down.
Wouldn't let me go.
He finished up.
Placed me under the covers.
He said to me in a rough tone.
"You live to see another day."
I looked at him.
With wonderment in my eyes.
I stood up.
Called out to him as he reached the door.
He turned around.
I pointed to the blood stained covers.
I asked him again.
"Lover, is this what you mean by love?"
His eyes filled up with a sadness.
Then his dark side returned once more.
He left me to my tears.
I crumbled to the floor.
I heard him pick back up the bottle.
Author notes
this was written because of my ex boyfriend. i wish i would have spoken up about what all he did to me.
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Wow
Im so sorry. its good. stay strong. you can get through it! -
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thank you so very much
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awww. is this true? its gud
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it is yes. thankfully i'm not with him anymore. its been five years since i last saw him. he left after i became pregnant with my daughter. but is okay now. she has another man in her life he really loves her.
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