A Victim's Sorrow

I was 17 when I was in an abusive relationship. This poem was written about 2 years after I finally left and was a response to many of my friends who just had a hard time believing that a guy can be abused. I did not know that so many felt that if someone

When we think of a lover's hand,
did we ever imagine
the wrath it holds?
Rage built into such
loving arms.

When we think of a lover's voice,
did we expect shouts of anger
belting out?
Hatred coming from
a soothing cord.

Or did we confess to something
we never did?
So that we didn't welcome
another blow.
Pleading to something that
never existed, we never created.
Seeing stars, hearing crashes.

Black and blue...

When we see a lover's tears,
did we wipe them away because
how sad it was?
Apologies flowing from red eyes.

When we felt a lover's affection,
did we comprehend the idea
that this might not be right?
Only physical and emotional scars
for loving too much.

You won't do it again.
Never again.
Again, you do.
Still again, I love you.

Reviews

[laceyjane23]

very nicely written! you put a lot of emotion into this piece, thank you for sharing it! not a lot of men would have the strength to admit that they have went through something like this ,but you my friend have managed to turn your experience into art! keep on writing!
laceyjane