His

I've always wondered why 

I choose men that hurt me

call me names

cheat

lie

repeat

but now I think I remember

when I was a child

swinging

playing 

dreaming

my mother always told me

boys who are mean

pull your hair

call you names

stick out their tongue

they like you very much

so the first time he hurt me

I thought that he

 must like me

 must want me

 must love me

but then things got worse

now he would

punch me

use me

leave me

and go out with other girls

because they weren't his

 punching bag

 property

 victim

Author's Note

i like this one very much.

Reviews

[C. M. Miller]

A rather stark, introspective revelation of the choices made in life. The easy answer is to make better choices, eh? Nah, that is too obvious and trite. If ONLY we could make better choices consistently in our lives, then perhaps this poem could slowly fade away, never to return. A brave poet here, revealing so much, and doing it well.