Bought Wrong

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.

But 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, nothing but dust.

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 air ways 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.