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The Irishman

Don’t come home late she says As she always says Her heart beating a drum inside her chest. He looks into her eyes soulfully The soul of innocent intent His mouth promising he won’t She believes him As she always believes him Her soul praying that he will. Please don’t drink too much she begs As she always begs Her stomach cramping from the shame. He touches her face with his fingertips and with promises of eternal love in his eyes He tells her that he loves her. He means it. He never hits me she thinks I know that he loves me. Except that she doesn’t. He never hits me she thinks It’s not that bad And wonders why She Always Feels So Empty .
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Written by
bonnie-hunter
Peruvian
Published
Sep 23, 2023
Lines·Words
39·126
Tags
#alcohol#emotional#abuse#love#hate#pain#toxic#relationship
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