No funny or witty comments today. Just me. Hurt and alone in my room. Feeling sick just thinking about what just happened. I didn’t blame him for the first hit. I deserved that one. The second one on the other hand was totally out of line and I can still feel the burn on my cheek.
Shaky hands
and a stuttering voice.
A punch in
the stomach from a slap on the face.
An image
shattered and nothing can replace.
The feeling
is strong but weak is what it is.
Unable to
feel safety from an enemy’s kiss.
Deep breaths
and now sore eyes.
Writing
down so the next time wont be a surprise.
I didn’t
get it before; how it could happen.
Didn’t get
why they started rappin’.
He hit you,
he meant it, and he did not miss.
But now that
it is real.
How come it’s
not just the hurt that I feel?
The
betrayal of trust and the lingering emptiness.
Is scary as
hell when you can’t even confess.
I won’t
tell. At least not now.
I love him
to much and and I don’t know how.
How I would
feel if he left my life
And how I would
feel if he knew I wrote it down to send to his wife.
I know many of you out there feels the same,
I guess I figured I'd give a helping hand.
Don't know why it became a poem.
Just know that when the feeling is strong enough to cave in, you should keep on going.
Good luck, may it be better than mine. <3
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