#abusivelove
“sleep in my eyes
and bundle up inside
my beating heart;
perhaps i’d even let
you rest in my ribcage
nestle your strands
of jet black hair between
my fingers and intertwine
your hands with mine
kiss my chapped lips and
make sure to not smudge
my lipstick
come back to me, baby
i’ll show you what
love really is.”
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 3:33 PM UTC
Don't you think I want to be able to
have a drink with him
without the panic setting in.
Don't you see that when I say
my ex was an abusive alcoholic,
I mean that I'm still recovering.
Don't you feel my panic rising
with every sip of liquor
that flows down past his lips.
Don't you realize that when you
downplay my worry
your words are a vicious slap.
Don't you think that I do want
to get over it, but that I just
can't help but remember.
Don't you see the impact
I still feel from the squeezing
of his fingers around my neck.
Don't you feel any sympathy,
or are they just words to you,
"abusive ex."
Don't you realize that to me,
that was years of expecting death
at the hands of the one I loved.
So please, just. Don't.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 1:08 AM UTC
From my lips, hangs a cigarette
The smoke illuminating your silhouette
You’re my crutch and my vice
And all the lies are overpriced
Yet here I am with you between my fingers
Dragging in your warmth with every breath
But when the smoke no longer lingers
I’ll wish for a fate kinder than death
Because you’ll be my demise
A devil in disguise
You might even forget that you’re choking
When it’s love that you’re smoking
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 1:57 PM UTC