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Kimberly L Piper Sep 2012
Do it for me. Don't make me jealous. Only because you're beautiful. Cover your arms. Cover your legs. Don't talk back!

That wasn't love, but, I thought it was.

You made me do it.........If you didn't make me so mad.......Push. Push..........SHOVE.

That wasn't love, but, I thought it was.

Smack.......Slap........PUNCH. Cry. Tears..........Hugs.

That wasn't love, but, I thought it was.

Slap.......SMASH........Kick.......JAB......SUCKERPUNCH. Choke. Scream.........Holler. Kick.

That wasn't love, but, I thought it was.

SLAP. I won't do it again. SLAP. I won't do it again. SLAP. I won't do it again................

That wasn't love, but, I thought it was.

Locked in a room for 2 hours........no food..........no water. Learn your lesson so I can stop being this way. It's your fault I have to do this.

That wasn't love, but, I thought it was.

Call, leave a message at the beep. I'm sorry. Call, hang up. Call, hang up. Call, leave a message at the beep. You better not leave me.

That wasn't love, but, I thought it was.

SLAP. I won't do it again. SLAP. I won't do it again.  STOMP........KICK........PUNCH. That's what you deserve.

That wasn't love, but, I thought it was.

Call, leave a message at the beep. I'm sorry. Call, hang up. Call, hang up. Call, leave a message at the beep. Please don't leave me.

That wasn't love, but, I thought it was.

SLAP. I won't do it again. PUNCH. KICK. CHOKE. STRANGLE.........It's your fault I have to do this.

That wasn't love, but, I thought it was.

Call, leave a message at the beep. I'm sorry. Call, hang up. Call, pick up. You can't leave me. Reply, WATCH ME. Plead, its because I love you so much. Reply, GO TO HELL!

This isn't love. It never will be. It never was.
My first relationship was abusive. It started with words and it took awhile before it evolved to physical abuse. I was a teenager. 4 years of being someone's punching bag. I got out. This is for all the adolescents, teens, adults, male or female who are in a relationship and they are convinced it is love. The only way out unless you leave and get help is death. Get help......PLEASE.
Kimberly L Piper Sep 2012
How do you say, "Thank you," to someone who saved your life?
No, no, no..........let's get it right!
I was dead and gone.
I was 2 seconds from being burried deeper than most while life carried on.
I was about to decompose and be a feast for the worms.
I was a walking corpse in no other terms.
And then, she spoke to me and raised me from the dead.
I saw the light in her and followed it instead.

I grabbed a pen and paper and wrote, "Confessions of Him".
Suddenly, life surged! And I could stay afloat and swim.
If not for her this place would have made me a zombie in tomb .
No way to express myself, but, with her light my body was exhumed.
I could hardly sleep placing pen to paper.
The flood gates were opened and the words made me feel safer.
Medora had stolen all my energy and light.
I didn't know a place could make you give up your will to fight.

You'll know her when you see her.
Her beauty will never fade.
She glows in the distance like a lighthouse in a storm.
And up close she is blinding, but, its comforting and warm.
Her voice is like music and her smile makes you think of ****.
Yea! She's that GREAT and fills you with delight.
Her laugh is free and hearty.
Her skin is rosey with flecks of white.

Her hair is a flame.
I have to say, "Thank You," and share her name.
Kayla, you were the fresh drink I needed.
Without you knowing I heard your words and heeded.
I am alive again!
Writing feels too good to be true!
The only way I know to say, "Thank You," is to immortalize you.
I wrote you this poem so I will never forget.

I want the world to know I owe you a debt.
You reminded me that words were a natural part of my soul.
And, to deny that I would always be half and never whole.
So, I ask the world to join me at my imaginary gala.
Hold up your glasses in a toast to the AMAZING Kayla!
Keep letting your fire burn because your flames ignited my oil well.
"Thank you," for saving me! From loneliness. From hate.
From Medora. From HELL.
I wrote this poem for Kayla Anne Schneider. Through her poetry, honesty and openess I was resurrected. This is my Thank You to her. May the inspiration she gave me live forever through this poem. And maybe this poem can inspire the creative you to live your dreams and let your fire burn.
Kimberly L Piper Sep 2012
I wrote you a letter that you will never see
I wrote how I feel about you and how you treat me
I talked about my love for you and all the wonderful things you do
I said how I feel apologized and told you I would deal
I talked about your smell, your voice and your face
I talked about how special it is you invited me to this place
I mentioned how you can be kind and warm.....eventually gettin' around to the part where I'm torn
I wrote about how you are blind and don't allow your heart to see
I put emphasis on how you confusingly treat me
Your silly *** likes them short, blonde and dumb so you and I are seen as chums
I'm the best thing you'll never want and the treasure you'll always ignore
I'm destined to watch you choose wrong and bed ***** after *****
It was the most truth I've ever written telling you how I'm in love and smitten
I'll never let you see it because its already torn up and destroyed
Soon I will be gone taking my feelings and burrying them in the void
I'd rather have you this way than no way at all
Thats why I have to leave this place so I won't continue to fall and fall
You certainly don't deserve me if you can't see me for who I am
God didn't make me to be a stupid girl who is rail thin
We could have it all but you don't like a girl with curves and bends
Even though you treat me like a wife, a lover and gem you will never let me be more than just a friend
I wrote this poem about my best guy friend. Even if he never feels the same way for me I know how to love because of him. Its a sweet torture. I am grateful for his love and kindness. It is because of him that I now know what a real man is and I understand what love is suppose to be. Without his friendship I would keep choosing losers and *******. Its funny how God works in our lives.

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