Darling,
you were made for Me,
We are each others
Destiny.
Baby,
your soft, gentle touch
Is forever going to be
hot to my skin.
Nobody else can ever feel
your caress - it's Contrived
For no one else but
Me.
Sweetie,
you. are. mine.
Only mine.
Don’t you dare go looking
For something else.
someone else.
They can’t give you what I can
I can give you love,
Baby.
I will fulfil your every desire,
I’m going to treat you the way you deserve to be treated.
“Baby, What are you doing?” you screamed,
Screamed ****** ******.
Those words will never leave my head.
The crimson liquid won’t leave my hands,
Darling.
You just gotta understand.
I didn’t mean to hurt you, my sweet.
I was angry and it’s all so concrete,
So you can see why I had to treat you like a piece of raw meat.
But the thing that scared me,
Scarred me,
That wouldn’t stop bugging me…
Is that if I had a chance,
Given the circumstance…
I would do it over and over again.
When I started to write this, it was about romance and what not but for some reason my brain thought it would be interesting to write a poem about abuse from the abuser's point of view
*Trigger warning: Abuse