When I was younger, my mom always told me “date someone like your father, he’s a kind, loving man who puts his family above all else”

Then the abuse started

“Now you know what kind of man to avoid” she would tell me.

When I was 16, I got into a relationship that would change me and my outlook on life.
It was all butterflies and rainbows until I upset him for the first time.
He had a familiar fire in his eyes that I’ve only seen in one other man

My father.

But I remembered what my mother told me “... kind, loving man who puts his family above all else” and that’s what this guy did.

When he wasn’t angry.
When he wasn’t yelling at me.
When he wasn’t punching walls.
When he wasn’t hitting me.
When he wasn’t demeaning me.

I dated someone like my father and I now know the difference from what Love is and what my parents showed me love was

"I love you so much, baby."
you say as you push yourself in and out of my body.

"You're so beautiful, i want to marry you."
you moan as i flick my tongue across the sensitive area
on your body.

"You mean everything to me, my love."
you gasp as you have me pinned against the wall,
our bodies intertwined with one another,
facing each other.

"I don't feel anything for you anymore,
goodbye."
you express to me as i attempt to hold your hand.