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Loralie Morlove May 2019
"Shhhhh" he whispers
Wiping away the tear
that slides down my cheek.
"It's ok now my love I'm here"
He soothes

He kisses my cheek
Hushing me as he does
He takes my shaking hands in his
Holds them steady against his chest

He rubs my wrists
Where purple bruises have started to form
"I'm so sorry, you know what I'm like I dont think before I use my fists"
He says looking down at me
my shirt is torn.

Moments earlier he had been holding me down.
Punching my face
And throwing me around
Gripping my wrists and pinning me to the ground.

Spitting as he shouted
Your ***** and a cheat he accused
My love for this monster melted
What did I do, what did I do to deserve this abuse.

I begged him with all the strength I could find
Please stop your hurting me
I promise I havent lied
Please stop I cant breathe

His hands around my throat
The air from my lungs he started to choke
I coughed and choked I struggled 2 words.
"I'm dying"

Your grip loosened and here I am
Being comforted by you
An abusive failure of a man
What did I do, why do you abuse.
It started so well, good intentions turned bad.
Loralie Morlove May 2019
You tell me you'll change,
You'll never abuse me again.
Or do anything to lose me,
But your fist is still bruising my skin.
Your knee still scraping my shin,
Your teeth still biting my flesh.
Your hands pulling at my hair,
Your foot kicking the wind from my chest.

Your words still hurt my soul
My mind is broken from your control
How much can my body take
One or a thousand beatings
From a man hiding behind feelings he fakes.

"I love you babe" he said,
"dont leave I need you" he cried.
"I'll never hurt you again, I'll change. I'm sorry" he lied

How pathetic I must have been
How stupid to think that this was true
I may have once been your queen
But the crown you placed upon my head, slowly slipped away
And your face began to show who you really were.

Your true form showed through.
Your not a man, your a monster.
You think it's appropriate
To treat women like dirt.
To take what you want
And paw at there skirt

I trusted you.
I believed you
Knew you
Fought for you
Wanted you
Loved you
.....
Hate you.
There comes a point where the words of an abusive spouse mean less than nothing

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