Battered!

Battered!

A Poem by Bui
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Sad to know that it will always exist.

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Fists.
I'd rather have his fists instead. 
Fists instead of the mental mind f**k going on in my head. 

He does love me,
he gets mad sometimes,
and we were meant to be.

Torn.
Am I seeking for crumbs of affection? 
Waiting for the courage to leave?

Bash his head in with a hammer while he sleeps? 

© 2015 Bui


Author's Note

Bui
Not based on myself... but the pain and frustration is palpable.

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Added on December 3, 2015
Last Updated on December 3, 2015

Author

Bui
Bui

Canada



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It Hurt. It Hurt.

A Story by Bui