Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Michael Joseph Dec 2021
Under the blankets are marks of love and hate
For you and our never-ending struggle;
Claws marked under the skin, or swords of words
Marred and married to my bones.

Still talking to you in my head, tiny voices lingering
For the beating that slowly recuperates, with wild imaginings
Of healing and warmth of the faithful forgiving
Embracing the cold of the storm and the thundering

Blows that echoes deep in the night
In my momentary solitude, once ours.

Once hours of love, now marked, blighted
The faithful, the living, leaving with scars.

Under the blankets are traces of you
Marred and married in my skin,
Wounded deep with pain
- The heat lost its flame.
I wrote this poem for all of you guys who are going through a toxic relationship and felt wronged. We can get through this together.
Riley Larkin Sep 2021
Chest tube leaking blood from the side of my breast
Alone and uncertain
in this pale blue hospital dress
He told me he loves me
With a closed fist that felt like a loaded gun
cracking three ribs that must have argued with my lung
sign this waver
We’re running out of time
I wonder if he wouldof brought flowers to my grave.  
If I didn’t write my name on that line
Sarah Spencer Aug 2021
YOU
Sometimes I wish there was a world
in which you didn't exist
A world where I can laugh
without a judging gaze
A world where I can cry
without being told to **** it up
A world where I can tell a story
without it being cut too short
A world where I can be myself
without trying too hard
A world where I can have friends
without YOU telling me your jealous
A world where I can have my own opinion
without YOU saying that it's stupid
A world where I can be honest
without YOU yelling at me
A world where I can love myself
without feeling like I'll never be good enough for
YOU
Sometimes I wish there was a world
in which you didn't exist
but sometimes I wonder
if I'm wishing for too much
Ash Jul 2021
"Hey sorry I'm late"                                                            ­                             
                                   ­                                                            "Are you okay?"
"Huh? Yeah I just got stuck at work."                                                          
­                                                                 ­                          "I was so worried"
"I'm okay"                                                            ­                                             
                 "I’m sorry I-- You didn’t show up and I-- I started to panic--"
"Okay well I’m here now… I'm okay. Are you?"                                        
                                                      "So what-- Do you think I’m not okay?"
"I-- I didn’t mean it like--"                                                          ­                    
                                                     "You think I’m not okay… I-- I’m okay!"
"Okay"                                                    ­                                                           
     ­                                                                 ­                                  "I’m okay."
"O-Okay."                                                 ­                                                         

"Let’s sit dow--"                                                           ­                                    

They slap him across the face.
Their rings cut into his skin.
Blood trickles down his cheek.

                                   "I-- I’m so sorry-- I don’t know what got into me."
"It’s… It’s okay…"                                                           ­                               
                                                                ­                                        "I’m sorry."
"It’s okay."                                                           ­                                              
                                                                ­                                        "I’m sorry."
"It’s okay. It was an accident."                                                       ­                

It was an accident.

It's always an accident.

They claw his back until he bleeds.

It was an accident.

They push him against a wall.

It was an accident.

He goes to work with a black eye.

"It was an accident."
Max Aug 2019
[Reupload]

When you looked into my eyes
and said you'd never let me go.
Did you intend to throw it away?
You stripped me of my trust.

The lines of code in front of my eyes
keeps me from telling you of my hurt.
Its like a barrier freezing my body.
You took away my innocence.

I want to break free of this mess
but you keep holding me back.
You keep me from leaving your clutches.
I need to escape this before its too late.

You control my life
as if I'm just a puppet on strings.
"I'm not a toy to play with", I say
But youre too busy to hear.
So uh, I just escaped an abusive relationship of 2 months..
Selena Jul 2019
It was in that moment when I couldn’t walk outside wearing shorts that I  knew society was ****** up
It was in the moment that my shirt that hung off my shoulders meant that I wanted to have *** that I knew society was ****** up
Because we’re built on grounds that say if you’re still a ****** you’re dull and boring and if you’re not, you’re a ***** in waiting
We’re built on grounds that call girls ****** and ***** if they don’t give it up we’re built on grounds where we make girls feels worthless because they say no
It was in the moment that your hands trailed my skin in a sin that I knew society was ****** up and when I told someone how your evil hands played me like a toy that it was automatically my fault because my shirt was too low and all my makeup basically said I was asking for it. But the difference between you and I was that I saw my body as a temple and you turned my temple into a sinful pool so the second time your hands wanted to play tag with my body I didn’t say anything my unresponsive language was enough to make you think I said yes because I was petrified by your greasy grimy hands that I froze and when I tried telling my mom she said guys will be guys and that I needed to move on so when you came back for the third time I didn’t scream or shout I didn’t try to fight back I thought guys will be guys and I need to move on.
Warren Apr 2019
Just trying to get past yesterday before dismay leads me astray ,
Im struggling to get away from all these twisted games you play,
Its manipulation by interrogation it’s your medication for my segregation,
The explanation of your dedication is a demonstration of your reputation,
It’s mental torture,
Pure abuse that slowly tightens like a noose,
Its a pain that hides beneath the nights of tortured lies and vicious fights,
You have the power to articulate which allows you to intimidate,
But you manipulate to illustrate that I’m the one that’s ill of fate.
It’s survival in a hated state,
Using me as tempted bait,
You have to know it’s time to go,
Before it ends up being too late.
Emma Feb 2019
Snow-so pure. So
fresh.
So childish.

Small, splattering, scarlet droplets
is all it takes to take away the
value of something so pure.
Making it something.
Damaged. matured.

Scarlet that looks smooth
as silk
Puts on a facade for something brutish,
Scandalous, even.

Fluffy white sheets are graceful with the way
on the house they lay.
Inside, the spacious skeleton is more demanding.
haunting. Echoes of yelling. Cursing. breaking.
Shattering-

is it my time?
scarlet painting her own face.

no. this is the
beginning.
Of a journey.
A quest.

a low, grumbling, gutteral
sound.
More scarlet.

For darkness she begged.
for eternal slumber she dreamt.
anything to wash away this scarlet mess.
CNDY Dec 2018
I tried opening my eyes,
All I saw was a teary-eyed blur.
I couldn't see your deceiving smile.
I couldn't see your alluring blackhole eyes.
I was blinded from all the tools you used to lure me into your trap.
My loud wails overpowered every lie you could ever tell.
And the salty taste of my tears, erased all memory of the taste of your lips.
The excrutiating pain on my chest, and my extreme pants for air, killed all the butterflies I'd felt for you.

In that moment, when everything that led me to you was blocked out,
I was able to finally look into myself and realise my own worth.

The scars and bruises you left all over my body,
Shall forever be a reminder never to let a man like you back in my life.

Crying saved my life.
Next page