Hit

As I write this, there are two voicemails on my phone from "her".

Like a dog
Beaten too many times
I flinch, at the sound of your voice

What I expect
Are damning words
That hurt me there's no choice

No understanding
In your train of thought
Why I don't take your calls at all

I'm the stranger
Is how you treat me
But you turned devil from babydoll

Twist of knife
With every word you say
As blood spills from open wounds

Lack of compassion
Anger fills your tone
When it use to be only loving croons

I will know
When you want to speak
Words that I'm longing to hear

But till then
My tail is between my legs
As I know it's my hide that  you will sear

Reviews

[Marianne Rose]

Yes, we flinch after a while, just like a beaten dog or child. In those times, when that's the response and we anticipate yet another blow, it is good to protect ourselves, not take the calls, put an end to the opportunities for the other to inflict more pain. A wise message conveyed in a passionate poem. Thank you.

[iamshadowine]

"Like a dog
Beaten too many times
I flinch, at the sound of your voice"

these lines actually made me shudder and i don't know why..... Such strong, aggressive emotions are being portrayed here!

i loved it!

keep writing :D