The "man"

Poem to my Ex-Abusive boyfriend

In this moment, this instance all I can feel is pain,

The look upon your face is angered,

And now there’s nothing that separates us from the insane.

I know that for all of this I am at fault,

There’s no need to tell anybody, it’s not wrong,

So I stay a vault.

It was my shirt; it was really what I said,

I feel your fist against my face,

My whole body is red.

Your words sting me like a bee divided from its hive,

You’re a s**t, a dirty w***e.

I don’t know why you’re even alive.

I sit and wonder this is true why am I here why am I me?

When we aren't fighting you’re the truest,

But sometimes I wish they’d see.

This is normal, I tell myself over and over again,

At least most of the time we get along,

 the fighting is only now and then.

I use the makeup I cover the scars and the blotches,

There’s no need to explain,

Because nobody watches.

Look at the crowd, i'm just another little girl

Nothing different no one pays attention

I thank myself for having such a self-centered world

I’m not perfect, how don’t you see? I deserve this.

And after every fight,

We makeup with a kiss.

In front of a crowd I know that it sounds eerie,

But with every punch slap and bang,

I'm beginning to find myself weary.

I cant stop now, its gone too far we’re in love

It doesn't matter what he does,

Not the push or the shove.

I find I almost tell my best friend,

But I just cant,

No one would want to be friends with me to the end,

Not if they knew,

No one wants a broken woman,

So what can I do?

There's nothing, to do i'm done for,

People laugh with me a playful shove

But i'm sore

I'm done I cant do this anymore.

I breakup with him the tears are endless,

I fear him, he blames everything on me,

I feel friendless.

But a few months pass and I’m beginning to feel better,

And now that I’ve gone through it,

I want to be a setter.

Now I have a story, and even if you don’t believe its true,

It doesn’t matter,

Because it wasn’t my eyes you were seeing through.

Reviews

[jvava]

I was enticed to read this poem because of its clever title. I immediately realized, though, that this poem had more than a well-thought out name; this poem was amazing! I would have never thought to rhyme some of the words together that you did. And I loved the ending, the way it sort of said "this is a true story." Might I say that you have a knack for poety, and that I'd continue what you're doing. Good job!

[abbybroncos]

Well thank you! Yeah it is a true story. I was 14 and he was 16 but he got held back 2 years and ended up in my grade. I've been writing poetry for a really long time, thank you again I really appreciate it!

[jvava]

Hello! I wrote a story a few days ago about something like this poem...a man being abusive. It isn't very popular, and I'm just wondering why. Can you please review my story Definition of Man and, be honest because I want to know of there is something wrong with it. It isn't the nicest story, but it is realistic. Can you review it? I would appreciate it. Thanks! :)