If you'd write your name and the word beloved
It'd be like two synonyms
Only when I wrote your name and beloved in conjunction
It's an oxymoron
Two opposites joined in harmony
Beloved and you
You and beloved
No
For your name is wretched
It's the venom that boils in my blood when I speak your name
It's like fire in an igloo
Every thing it touches ceases
You are black ink on cracked skin
It spreads until its covering every part of you, the parts I  so desperately tried to hide
You're name rings a fierce tone
And it's not bravery
Its cowardly
It all that's negative
And it all that rots and diminishes
You are a scourge
You are a plague infested blanket
a blanket I had not wished to be covered by
Your name means beloved
But the pain and the suffering you have granted me
Has changed that definition
It's a story that make me sob
Your a name that I despise
You have tricked and trotted
Taken and not given
You have yanked an advantage that was not yours to take
My body is numb in the places You've  abused
My lips ache with your name engraved on them
You are a needle and a thread
That sowed me silent
You, are not worthy of the name beloved.