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Bought Wrong

Poetry By: smircle

When love is bought...

Submitted:Jan 9, 2013    Reads: 775    Comments: 343    Likes: 149   

Joy brought right along the way,

Love bought wrong, here as we lay

In the arms of another who we love not,

Yet nothing has changed and no one forgot.

The clock ticks on no matter where,

Whether or not you're here or there.

The arms around me feel so wrong;

The ones on my waist-- far too strong,

They leave a mark, a bruise to see,

But not for others; only me.

I feel his heartbeat against my cheek

As I lie on his chest; I feel so weak.

You're not the one, I need to say,

And only one thought keeps me at bay.

He tightens his grasp, a bruise marring my skin;

I stop fighting, I let him win.

My defeat makes him stronger, his grasp is firm,

It leaves a mark, etched like a burn.

Tears stream my cheeks, but no noise is made,

My chest falls and rises with each breath, for he paid.

Thoughts in my mind, which one to use?

I wander deeper, but get confused.

This love was bought, not earned by trust;

It will end, I'm sure; it's nothing but lust.

But the end is too far, distant and blurry.

Without one last thought, I leave in a hurry.

A pain sparks through me, ignites my skin;

I don't make a sound, not the drop of a pin.

Hands grasp my throat, my airways close;

He won't stop this time, away with my woes.

I shouldn't have let him, I should've fought,

But the sneer on his face was the last thing I got.


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