I need you far away from me
I want love as vibrant as can be
I need a shelter from the storm
I want a set of arms to keep me warm
Not yours,
No, not yours
I tried my best to please you
But you still shoot your words like bullets
Isn't that true
You shoot me in the heart
But that was only the start
You shoot my pride
You made me want to run and hide
You shoot me in the head
Just with the simple words you said
You shoot me to end it all
But never let me take that final fall
You mistreated me over and over
You abuse me time and again
Your words hit like a stone to glass
Yet your fists stayed quiet
like a student in class
You butcher me
Motionlessly
You ended me
So emotionlessly
I took all the of the abuse
I let you hit me for the simplest of bad news
You hit me with your words
Yes you did !!
"Stop!"
I would shout every once in a while
"Stop please, I don’t want to fight!"
And you’d just smile
You made me think there was light
But that’s when the belt left your waistline
That’s when you said I had to pay my outdated fine
My fee for standing up
My fee for even looking up
My fee for trying to be free
My fee for attempting to flee
So I felt the sting across my back
I felt the buckle that made contact
I felt the whips, as my soul left me
I felt myself take my last breath while he chocked me.
- E. A. F
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
I need you far away from me
I want love as vibrant as can be
I need a shelter from the storm
I want a set of arms to keep me warm
Not yours,
No, not yours
I tried my best to please you
But you still shoot your words like bullets
Isn't that true
You shoot me in the heart
But that was only the start
You shoot my pride
You made me want to run and hide
You shoot me in the head
Just with the simple words you said
You shoot me to end it all
But never let me take that final fall
You mistreated me over and over
You abuse me time and again
Your words hit like a stone to glass
Yet your fists stayed quiet
like a student in class
You butcher me
Motionlessly
You ended me
So emotionlessly
I took all the of the abuse
I let you hit me for the simplest of bad news
You hit me with your words
Yes you did !!
"Stop!"
I would shout every once in a while
"Stop please, I don’t want to fight!"
And you’d just smile
You made me think there was light
But that’s when the belt left your waistline
That’s when you said I had to pay my outdated fine
My fee for standing up
My fee for even looking up
My fee for trying to be free
My fee for attempting to flee
So I felt the sting across my back
I felt the buckle that made contact
I felt the whips, as my soul left me
I felt myself take my last breath while he chocked me.
- E. A. F
The Colour Purple... breaks my heart every time i watch/read it...
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