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He Left Bruises on My Thighs, One Day, I Hope He No Longer Tells Lies

A Short on Abusive Relationships

By Sierra LynnPublished 5 years ago 3 min read
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I gave him my heart,

I let him have it whole.

I gave him my love,

I handed him my soul.

It was never meant to end up this way,

I never thought it would happen to me,

I can’t believe I ever decided to stay,

It’s been five years,

And today I finally ran away.

At night he left bruises on my thighs,

He acted as if he never heard my cries.

During the day I wore big sunglasses,

To hide my fear,

To keep my life from falling to ashes.

On Thursdays,

It was ‘Guys Night,’

He went out for beers,

He gave into cheers.

He told his friends we were fine,

He told them all it was perfect,

His friends never knew of all the lies.

If they knew,

He hit a woman,

They would possibly no longer

Find him human.

My friends ask me,

How it all has been,

I lie and say it’s perfect,

They don’t know I’m drowning in sin.

How would my dad feel,

If he knew the man whom he gave me too,

Caused this much pain,

He’d most likey hunt him down,

Make him kneel,

And send him straight down the drain.

All these thoughts

Run through my mind,

As I drown my sorrows

In countless bottles of red wine.

My thighs still have brusies,

They’re too dark to bare,

All this seems fake,

Dear God how is this even fair.

I’ll tell you again,

How wrong this truly is,

I gave up my heart,

Just for it to be ripped apart.

I thought love was all I ever wanted,

But now I am weary,

Because the pain he gave,

Just caused me fury.

Five years gone,

All the fight was just a waste of time,

Now I’m begging the clocks,

To give back what’s mine.

I sit in the dark,

Surrounded by bottles,

Covered in tears,

I think back on my life,

I will always wonder why,

It took so long to hear my prayers.

But now,

He is gone.

He is locked away,

Finally getting the bruises

He deserves.

I was brave,

I fianlly spoke my truth.

I hope it’s dark,

In his self-dug grave.

He left bruises on my thighs,

But now they have become lighter,

It’s been another five years,

I’ve become a fighter.

No more dark sunglasses to hide the fear,

Now I just wear a smile,

Often from ear to ear.

I give you my story,

To help you along the way,

My dear please know,

You never ever have to stay.

If he takes your heart,

Tell him use caution,

For hearts will be broken,

If they are bruised often.

I am happy now,

You can be too.

If he bruises your thighs,

Don’t let him tell lies,

Speak your truth,

And one day,

Your own sun will rise.

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Thank you for reading! This is a slam poem I have written to give awareness of abuse in Love today. Please remember, no matter who you are, please speak up, for you deserve the love you put into this world.

Please also take a look at some of my other works here on Vocal!

Poems from an Exstential Crisis part one and two.

Poems of a Lover and a Fighter

and also

Cherry Blossoms and Love Affairs

Thank you for the love on my works! It is all appreciated dearly darlings!

XOXO

—Sierra

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About the Creator

Sierra Lynn

Aspiring historian. Fiction enthusiast. Lover of mystery.

Writer of macabre, fantasy realms, and historical ideals.

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