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Loving Abuse

Poetry By: parkelis
Memoir


Everyone has their own interpretation of abuse.


Submitted:Jan 23, 2011    Reads: 32    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


Four years. Four years of abuse.

I can't forgive you.

I won't.

Your abuse; it now taunts me.

I scream in the middle of each night.

Exactly at 1:35 am.

What was abuse?

Why do I have to spell it out.

It hurts too bad.

My mouth is trembling.

My body...shaking.

My tears, and the verge of breaking dams.

Abuse.

You filled me.

You gave me everything.

I had you.

You loved me; endless love.

Tangible love.

I felt you.

You gave me everything.

You made me number one.

I was a star.

You were the director.

You were a part of me. I thought forever. Was I ever wrong?

Why did you have to go and die?

Why leave me?

Four years of perfectly, lovable abuse.

Gone forever.

The abuse.

Now it multiplies; stabbing me, shooting me, hurting me, paining me. I don't know what to do.

Abuse. Come back.

You were out of line.

Gave too much love. What was I to do without you?

You never prepared me.

What would you like me to do now.

Nothing? I swear I've done all I can.

For you, and your abuse.

I'll try to do more. Remember, 1:35 proposal. I'll make a new proposal.

Just for you; unfortunately, I'm only trying.





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