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Get your knee off of my neck                                                                                                                                               Take your foot off of my chest                                                                              You used to say I was the best                                                                             You fill my heart up with regret                                                                                                                                                                              You build me up to bring me down                                                                                                              I do better when you're not around                                                                                                                                                                                          You want me 6 feet underground                                                                                                                                                                                                    Prefer me not to make a sound                                                                                                                                                                                                            At one time, those big dark eyes,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      made me feel safe inside                                                                                                                                                                                                  but there was hatred brewing there                                                                                                                                                              exposed by your cold, blank stares                                                                                                                                                                                            You are not who you used to be                                                                                                                                              Sometimes, I think you'll **** me                                                                                                                                                                                                        I think you have a monster inside                                                                                                                                                                                That you wish you could still hide                                                                                                                                                                                                                              I no longer feel love for you                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  I only stay because of what you'll do                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                I'm too scared to run away                                                                                                                                                                                                I know that will fan the flames                                                                                                                                                                                The thrill of the hunt in you                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  will give you any **** excuse                                                                                                                                                                                              To give me what you think I need                                                                                                                                 A lesson you're sure that I'll heed
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Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 5:19 PM UTC
A Lesson
Get your knee off of my neck                                                                                                                                               Take your foot off of my chest                                                                              You used to say I was the best                                                                             You fill my heart up with regret                                                                                                                                                                              You build me up to bring me down                                                                                                              I do better when you're not around                                                                                                                                                                                          You want me 6 feet underground                                                                                                                                                                                                    Prefer me not to make a sound                                                                                                                                                                                                            At one time, those big dark eyes,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      made me feel safe inside                                                                                                                                                                                                  but there was hatred brewing there                                                                                                                                                              exposed by your cold, blank stares                                                                                                                                                                                            You are not who you used to be                                                                                                                                              Sometimes, I think you'll **** me                                                                                                                                                                                                        I think you have a monster inside                                                                                                                                                                                That you wish you could still hide                                                                                                                                                                                                                              I no longer feel love for you                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  I only stay because of what you'll do                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                I'm too scared to run away                                                                                                                                                                                                I know that will fan the flames                                                                                                                                                                                The thrill of the hunt in you                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  will give you any **** excuse                                                                                                                                                                                              To give me what you think I need                                                                                                                                 A lesson you're sure that I'll heed
For anyone who has ever experienced abuse, this is for you.
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Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 5:19 PM UTC
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