He had deceived her with soft touches and caress, being ever so gentle
He became her lover, respectful and humble
Till the day they got married
‘O that wretched custom where she is conveyed in his arms being carried
He took her innocence that immaculate night and marked her
Branding what he thought was his and made her suffer
Her pillow was soaked with profuse tears
But he was merciless to her cries and she was frightened by his behavior; queer
Never had he laid a hand on a woman and never had she thought would he ever do so
He belted her and indulged in her agonizing cries with sick pleasure
He vented his temper and pushed her to an extreme measure
The masculine arms meant for her security were nothing more than betrayal to her
And she soon became a cutter
Drawing her pain onto her arms and legs watching the blood drip down in abhorrence
She longed for someone and looked outwards for reassurance
Prisoner in the place she dared to call a house
‘O the nerve of the man she called a spouse
Submissive, she let it be
For she couldn’t imagine a life without someone, being so independantly
free
It ripped her apart when it was him who threw her out instead, beaten and bloody on a street
She learned to start afresh but a part of her heart stayed discrete
I’ll always protect you, those were the words he had passionately spoken
He lied and left her broken.
-Abuse is not Love
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Thank you! I appreciate you stopping by and good day to you too, my kind friend!
Sincerely,
Ambitious Poet
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