****Written during Domestic Abuse Month****
He promised he'd never leave me. Take care of and cherish me, because he loves me.
Bitch! Whore! Slut! He didn't mean it though, because he loves me.
He threatened to kill me, but he loves me.
He got me ice when he blackened my eye, because he loves me.
He held my hand when they sucked my dead baby out of me, because he loves me.
He didn't mean to push me down those steps. I know, because he loves me.
He even picked up my prescription for that "thing" he gave me, because he loves me.
He doesn't want to meet my family because he loves ME.
I know he's fucking her, but its because she throws herself at him. HE-LOVES-ME.
He slammed me against the wall and I can't get up, but deep down I know he loves me.
I'm in a coma and he's not here. He must not have a way here, I know he loves me.
I'm gone and he didn't even come to the funeral. I guess he didn't love me.
Unpublished work © 2009 D. Newman
2 comments:
Damn.. I can't even begin...
This piece resounds deep within me Deeds.... Any piece with regard to DV does...but...this one... I was I guess the "typical" battered woman... because this was me... I was constantly making excuses for him "He loves me...he just..." and then would come all my justification for why he was doing the things he was doing to me... I am so glad you are sharing your poetry with the world...and with me :) Thank you... Heidi
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