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em Oct 2016
I fell in love with a broken man
thought I could put him back together again,
but instead he made me broken too
that's the last time I entrust my heart to you.
everyone makes mistakes sometimes

but I never thought you'd be mine.
chanelle louceil May 2019
you know when you wake up from a nightmare and you’re
sweating frantic terrified
you feel like you’re going to ***** your own heart
that is what is feels like living in an abusive home
always on
E D G E

who’s going to come through my door tonight?
the alcoholic? Who only came out when the drug addict was gone
the drug addict? Who only came out when the alcoholic was asleep
the infant? Who came every night for bedtime
or the depressed brother? Who only came when he was lonely

sometimes I’d look outside and see the trees fly in the wind
hoping that someday the wind would take me
but then I remember the infant
and the brother
and it brings me back to my bedroom where I am forced to stay
because me leaving for my safety
would be their safety leaving

and I can’t
so I stay
and I sweat frantically
waiting
until I see who will come through my door
solfang May 2019
hey mutual,
how are you doing today?
glad you got away
from the abuse he gave,
and the mean words he said.

mutual,
I remember you,
defending the bruises
and the scars he left,
they were all blue.

mutual,
you were in love
with the idea of being loved,
you weren't in love,
with the idea of getting hurt.

mutual,
we're no longer mutuals,
you're no longer mutuals
with him too,
and that's okay.

I'm glad that help is on its way.
I was mutual friends with this ******* Facebook; constantly saw her updates on her abusive relationship. Last we got connected, I figured she got out of it, and that's more than okay.
Cheyanne Hopkins May 2019
When the news of your death reaches my ears
How will I mourn?
How will it hurt?
Will it hurt at all?

I'm not sure

When the news of your death reaches me
Will I rejoice?
I never had a choice
except to pretend you didn't hurt me
anger me

When the news of your death reaches me
Will I care?
Will anyone?
why wouldn't we celebrate?
after all your actions
why would I cry?

When the news of your ended existence reaches my ears
how will I react?

not very much at all,
I expect
This is about my father, he *****. This is for you dad, I hate you
Richard Yeans May 2019
This is too much.

Surely, I did something
To deserve things as such.

A lazy, glassy-eyed ****.
You haven't kissed me open-mouth
In well over 15 months.

The good guy routine
Well, it isn't a routine...
But I artfully mask my anger with
******* at night
And in the mornings caffeine.

I imagine
That when you look at me
I'm less man than machine.

But knowing me,
I'll continue to flog myself
For these crimes I haven't committed.
And maybe one day the gavel will fall
And I'll finally be ever-acquitted.
Malcolm Eaves Apr 2019
A final poem.
Of you and me,
Of what we were
And could not be,
My heart is heavy
My soul is free.

I love you,
I miss you,
The End.
I lost another friend... I haven't written in a long time. We all have pain. Theirs was greater than most. It hurt me, and I hurt them by mistake...

But it's best for us both to part ways. When you really love someone, sometimes you have to leave them alone.

I will always wonder, Riley. What I killed in you.

And what you killed in me.
alexa Apr 2019
when you were crying over him cheating on you with lily, you should’ve called me.

when he would slap you silly, you should’ve called me.

when you thought about taking your life because of him, you should’ve called me.

you shouldn’t have let him win. you should’ve called me.

but i wasn’t there...
this is a story about my friend being in an abusive relationship but she never told me until later. she should’ve called me.
The Vault Mar 2019
Spit on my face from your poison lips.  
Yelling names I could never repeat.  
Curses and foulness fills the air.  
All I wanted was love.  
Appreciation.  
Someone to look up too.  
All I got was a drunk stuck on drugs  
Screaming and falling into my life.  
But even after all these years
And what you did to me
I still love a little part of you.  
I just wish you loved me too.  
Dad.  
Sincerely,  
The *****
voodoo Mar 2019
blinded and uncomfortable,

once by lies and fear, now decrepit

the stem running up my back and

its wretched and cursed flower

wilt sixfold ever since the thunder,

the lightning that you unleashed on me,

stolen rouge, broken plumbing -

trying to be more than the damage you left behind.

no butterflies for this mess

conquered and destroyed by downpour, sunburst;

only a mouth full of ocean -

shuddering waves towards the blood moon -

and the remnants of your solipsism

more real to me than my own beating heart.

now, blinded by formal realism and your belligerence,

crimson clouds against inevitable death,

i know you can now see the light

no blades you need to hurt me

no delicately decaying words of devotion

for i always begin with you

and then diverge, disintegrate;

a mockery, mayhem, a survivor of bedlam

could i ever be more than the damage you left behind?
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