He stared at the cuts on his wrist
Reprimanding himself for his cowardice
To not finish the job
Melissa had seen those cuts
Dug deep into his wrist; angry red
Knowing full well the reason for them
But choosing to ignore them
He flinched letting out a sharp gasp
As slaps and punches hit him
Opening old wounds and bruises
His body a palette of suffering and pain
Bleeding tears down his skeletal frame
Melissa watched these attacks
Her boyfriend inflicted upon him
But chose to ignore them
His eyes were dry from shedding tears
His heart was torn from the constant crushing
His body wracked and tired from the frequent beatings
And his brain weary and ready to shut down forever
That morning Melissa couldn't ignore the body
Hung in her front garden
Holding a bouquet of wilting roses;
With a heart saying I love you
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 4:03 AM UTC
He stared at the cuts on his wrist
Reprimanding himself for his cowardice
To not finish the job
Melissa had seen those cuts
Dug deep into his wrist; angry red
Knowing full well the reason for them
But choosing to ignore them
He flinched letting out a sharp gasp
As slaps and punches hit him
Opening old wounds and bruises
His body a palette of suffering and pain
Bleeding tears down his skeletal frame
Melissa watched these attacks
Her boyfriend inflicted upon him
But chose to ignore them
His eyes were dry from shedding tears
His heart was torn from the constant crushing
His body wracked and tired from the frequent beatings
And his brain weary and ready to shut down forever
That morning Melissa couldn't ignore the body
Hung in her front garden
Holding a bouquet of wilting roses;
With a heart saying I love you
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