Dying Love

This is a poem dealing with domestic abuse. Since this is something teen girls deal with I thought I would rate it as such.

 Dying Love

Your words say I love you. In a tone so delicate and sweet. My bruises feel the heat of your slap against my face. 

Your touch says in the midnight hour when you are in need you'll never leave. The blood now trickling my mouth from your fists to me it tastes like mace. 

In open air and in the market I can breathe. In public's eye you are nice and kind. Now you are a prince and I am blind to the night before. You open up the door for me as we tarry on. I even heard you tell the shop keeper I was your girl. 

We get back it's late, after round three your in a drunken state. Now you tell me I am a w***e. I cry in shame you did not hit me so it's okay it's only a name. 

I carry on day after day wanting to leave but all I can do is stay. I wake up in stark revelation after many years, I really cannot live this way not another minute not a single day. 

You came home a suitcase in my hand was found. For one moment of truth I stood my ground. 

A week later my body discovered in a lake. I guess in love's agony I did  drown. 

Author's Note

The cold reality of domestic abuse.

Reviews

[Abysmal Savant]

The piece ended abruptly. You had me all the way till the end, seemed as if you just wanted to finish it and get it over with. The great thing in my opinion about this one is that when you can write something that will draw forth emotion from your reader then you show your skill as a writer. I started to get real mad cause I have known people that were two faced like this and it was plain to see what happened behind closed doors. though the poem ended suddenly it reflects how suddenly the life of these type of victims ends so if you intended it to be that way or it simply became a poem writing its own irony, you were the driving force. Good work poet.