I’ve been in danger of indecision
His eyes speak lies through twisted vision
He speaks in tongues with satanic admiration
He’s a demonic monster, my loving abomination
He’ll strike me to the ground
And my love yet rebounds
Will I always stay by his side?
Behind locked doors where I hide
Behind concealer I am bruised
I am beaten and forever abused
I just can’t stand it when I can’t stand
But each blow is worth it when you hold out your hand
This violence is silent and it will never leave our room
It’s too sad to think that my love will be my doom
Oh I’ll take it for our romance, it’s how you show you care
“Oh please I didn’t mean it”, when it hurts you’re always there
When I forget, when I fall, when my wounds make me shake
You’re always there through it all, my confidence you’ll take
Your rule of thumb holds me down, and I’ll thank you every time
As I go numb, as you watch me drown, “you will always be mine”
About the Creator
Ivy Rozen
Writer and poet with published articles, email campaigning experience, teaching experience, and a completed poetry residency with Free Verse, where I finished my first book of poems, Runcation, on sale now at www.IvanaWrites.com
Gossamer
"Murray! Wake up!" He loved that period between waking and dreaming. To him, it was like entering another dimension; more of a dreamscape than dreaming itself. There was an otherness to it that he wanted to grasp and yet deeply respected the fact that it could never be his totally. This is what gossamer was; flighty and light, a wisp of smokiness, an idea suggested but not fully revealed, a slit in cloth, a copse in the wood.
By Rachel Deeming5 days ago in Fiction
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