I can remember watching my friend go through an abusive relationship. This poem speaks on how I viewed the situation, and the future affect that I wanted to witness after this tribulation was over. Read each word and take it as the realness of a harsh reality.
What’s your definition of love?
An unconditional feeling of warm, care, and heart for someone,
The feeling in your heart that no matter what they do or say you will love them forever,
What about love in abuse?
If you hurt me ill hit you, smack you, burn you,
That’s not love that’s fear and infatuation,
Afraid to leave because what will happen next?
Infatuated because this is the first and only love they’ve ever known,
Suicide rates grow faster and faster,
People who watch the news used to the “M” word cause it happens every day,
Who gave you the right to take someones life because of “love”
Your heart full of lies and deception, pain and rejection,
Murderer of the heart, of life, of a joyful thought process,
If you don’t believe this, I love you,
What about the people that love you and see you hurting,
What about our hearts that are breaking because we see your broken inside,
I don’t know what more to say?
Except I love you every day and the day after that,
Look in the mirror and tell me, what do you see?
I see a beautiful girl named ________
Curves for days in every which way,
A laugh that takes the days darkness away,
Do you ever sit down and wonder why?
When the silent tears rolling down your eyes,
When theres only darkness clouding your mind,
When you open your eyes it seems like your blind,
When you wake in the morning all you can do is smile,
When you think of him you could walk miles and miles,
When you see his face your heart picks up pace,
Ok so now do me a favor follow your heart no matter where it takes her,
Listen to her voice when it’s trembling in fear,
And tell her you love her and that you’ll always be near,
She walked down that dark path and found some light in you,
So take hold of her mind and heart and turn them into new,
Show her that there’s something to live for even after the storm…
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