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Naomi Jun 2018
I should have ran
While I still had the chance
Before you tied my hands
And chained my feet
Because now
How are you supposed to run?
When your heart wants to flee
But your body is trapped
Naomi May 2018
We tried to build love
From two broken foundations
I shouldn't have been surprised
That it couldn't hold the weight
Naomi May 2018
You know the relationship is unhealthy
When the abuser
Decides he's abused too much.
He's used you too much
He's lied too much
He's caused too many tears
He can't bare to abuse you anymore.
And yet...
You still want to hold him
You want to kiss his soft face
And feel his arms around you,
Even if they wrap so tight
They squeeze the air out of your lungs
And you're left gasping
Alone
At night
In your bed
Wondering where he is
Who he's with
If you've even crossed his mind.
But of course you haven't
Because he's the abuser
And you're the punching bag.
He only punches
When he needs to let out frustration,
And you take every hit
Like the knuckle bruises he left on your stomach
And you told yourself it was okay
Because at least he was touching you.
But now he's had enough punching
His arms are tired.
But you could take a million more hits
If it meant sometimes he still approached you
With his violent hands
And even more violent mouth
Screaming profanities
*******, *****.
But you close your eyes
And remember when he said you were all he ever needed
Whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
Even if they were really nothing,
You're stuck.
And you've made a comfortable home
With chains around your feet
But your abuser still leaves you
Alone in this house of false comfort
And the door is open for you to run away
But he didn't unlock the chains before he left.
And so,
Shackled down by the weight of grief
You become your own abuser
Because it reminds you of him.
Abusing sleep
Dreams are the only place you can see his face now
Abusing pills
The meds you now take because you can't handle the anxiety on your own
Abusing alcohol
It always seems like a good idea until there's 3 sent text messages and a pounding headache in the morning.
And the one who caused destruction to begin with
Is gone.
And you're left
Abusing yourself.
Naomi May 2018
Maybe I knew the day would come
Maybe I didn't know
Maybe I didn't want to think about it
Because that would be accepting the reality
And reality is pathetic
And reality hurts
And I don't want pain
I feel enough of that
So instead I enjoy illusions
And fantasies
Or maybe they're just called lies
The lie that you really care
The lie that you're going to get better
The lie that you want help
The lie that you would never leave
The lie that you loved me
That's what you said
But in the end
The truth is always revealed
Naomi May 2018
Then it dawned on me,
If you love anything too much
It will **** you.
Naomi May 2018
Don't walk away
from something good,
just because of
bad timing
Naomi Apr 2018
I am
Like an airport
A resting point
A stop to recuperate
A place to find fuel
To prepare for the next journey
But never to stay
Men come
Soaring on their planes of love
Only to touch down, crash, fall
Onto my landing strip
I take them inside
I let them rest their bodies on my spine
Use my provisions to become nourished
Some stay for a short time, desperately running to their next flight
Some stay for a long time, waiting patiently for their plane
None ever stay
When the next plane of love arrives to their gate
They pack their things
They walk away
They never want to stay
Onto greater things
Greater than a temporary resting point
Anxiously awaiting their final flight
Looking for bigger and better destinations
Than an airport that easily bores
Looking to find the plane of true love
Where they soar forever in the sky
Never to be seen again
Forgetting all about the airport
That fixed them
And nourished them
And calmed their souls
Maybe
The airport longed for someone to stay
For someone who did not want to leave
I am
Like an airport
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