CherishA Poem by StarfruitanimalI’m about to stick the pin in, Just deep to know exactly what your doing. Cus your choosing. To take her by the wrist , Your wish, To have her heed to your needs, Have you feed your disease. For the bruises you like to see upon her arm. You meant no harm, And your acting like there’s is no need for an alarm. But I hear the sirens coming, You went a little too far, Now limp and half lifeless on the floor, Her breathing shallow and far. See Mary didn’t really like the nice guys. She liked the ones with battle scars, And dead eyes. She liked to be obedient and staring at blank ceilings, To the man that made her feel feelings. The one that held her tight. And was there in the night Part of him was alright But part of him was fight. She liked to be held tight because it made her feel cherished, Like without her in his life his whole being would perish. But I told Mary long ago, It wasn’t safe to stay. She argued that she loved him and she liked it this way. And when Mary was a little girl she liked to dance and twirl, Liked to get all the attention from the boys and girls. But her mom had a boyfriend that didn’t quite fit, Their family frame, He was sick, her mom he would hit. Mary knew that it was wrong, but her denial ran so deep. Like the roots of Hell, or REM sleep. You can say that is cliché, But it happens anyway. And it happens everyday, Like the most redundant replay. She didn’t want to go and stray too scared of what he’d have to say Prison bars can’t be the route, She knows she’d choose to bail him out. So with a knife she did the job And thanked him for the life he robbed. © 2012 StarfruitanimalReviews
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2 Reviews Added on December 18, 2012 Last Updated on December 18, 2012 Tags: relationship, abuse, repay, revenge AuthorStarfruitanimalWethersfield, CTAbout"Oh charity, clarity, honesty excitement The one with class, falsely accused, misconstrued Anger, sorrow, pact, machinary, decisions Collisions, instant gratification Thinking about you programmed.. more..Writing
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