He speaks to me...

Verbal abuse is confusing, hurtful,and wrong

He speaks to me in riddles I do not understand
For his words are like fire to my soul
Drowning all thoughts of hope.

I ask, " Do you love me?"
No, I lied
I lied when I said, "I do!"
I lied when I held your hand
He speaks to me in riddles I do not understand.

His words flow with reckless abandon
Like the stampede of restless bulls
Trampling everything in its path
While he sits there and smirks and laughs
He continuously speaks the blues.

At night on our pillow he whispers
Saying the things I long to hear
But then when the sun peeks his eyes
I'm no longer completely surprised when
He speaks to me in riddles I do not understand.

Reviews

[Jupiter]

This is just beautiful. I am glad you suggested I read it. I can completely relate to this. I am glad you have found happiness after all of this.

"I lied when I held your hand
He speaks to me in riddles I do not understand. "

Just genius. I love these lines the most.

[Robin]

Thank you so much. I'm glad you liked it.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A piece full of pathos. The hurt is so well portrayed in this poem and it flows well. Not too sure about 'peeks his eyes'?

[Robin]

Hahaha I know. I gave the sun eyes as if it was waking from sleep. I just couldn't help myself. My attempt at personification in this piece

[LeeAnne Elizabeth]

I really enjoyed this poem. I can relate to it fairly well, but kind of in a different way. The repetition of the line "He speaks to me in riddles I do not understand." really illustrates your confusion. Good job. :)

[Trigorin]

Not bad. You have a clear message with this and you present it fairly well. I think the tone might be a tad too simple, as it makes this come across as very passive, a little too passive considering the subject. Other than that, well done.

[Robin]

Thank you very much for your review. Looking back at the poem I am a bit passive, I suppose its because this relationship was over ten years ago and I have healed so much since then. Wish I had written it then there's no telling what I would have come up with. I'm going to work on a rewrite.

[Azriel]

a very personal piece, however these lines really stuck out to me:
"I'm no longer completely surprised when
He speaks to me in riddles I do not understand."

almost as if the persona has become so accustomed to the riddles that are being spoken to them, which i suppose is quite heartbreaking.