Love Is Blood

He introduces his fist to my face...

an attempt to put me back into my place.

Red. Red is all I see. 

Red is poured all over me.

I refuse to beg

but I do wallow,

for another gulp of blood I swallow.

Chatty words from those who see,

but they cannot relate to me.

"If you stay, the misery won't end"

But misery is my best friend.

I know no other way than this

but ignorance,

ignorance is bliss.

I show them what they want to see,

not the welts all over me.

Not the cuts,

not the bruises

I can always make excuses...

An accident;

I tripped, I fell.

Blind to the fact

that my life is hell. 

Do this, do that,

follow his command.

If I resist,

I'll meet his hand 

to my face

a "disgrace",

"worthless", "useless",

"waste of space".

His words are thrown right into me,

they melt into my skin.

These words, they never go away;

forever embedded within.

"I can hate you, but you can't hate me...

this is what love is supposed to be."

I force my busted lip to smile,

maybe I can pretend for awhile...

Reviews

[Jesse-boy]

Entrapment....... Well expressed.

[Rob Santana]

Deep writing. Makes me sad to know this is something that will never end. I grew up watching this happen. Powerful piece.