#lovesmenot
Whenever I picked a flower,
I've always thought of you.
I removed a petal and chant
He loves me,
And so until the last petal
It always ends up with,
He loves me not.
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
He is kind, holds me lovingly
His hands are soft against my skin
He whispers kindness in my ears
His words are like honey, sickeningly sweet
He loves me
His hands are rough and strong
Wrapped tightly around my throat
He screams hatred in my face
His words like daggers in my soul
He loves me not
He kisses me gently, apologies on his tongue
His lips draw me in, he is the lion to my lamb
He says he needs me, that he wants me
I want him too
He loves me
His words are slurred and slow
His eyes are bright with rage
He slashes a broken bottle through the air
His hands bruising the skin around my wrist, I cannot escape
He loves me not
He washes the blood from my hair
Massaging my bruised skin
He cries to me for forgiveness
He wants a second chance
He says he loves me
He throws me against the wall
His body pulsating with fury
His words of hate now turn to threats
He is scaring me
He loves me not
I cry within the bathroom
I hear him banging on the door
He is screaming to be let inside
But I’m scared he will hurt me
He loves me
Is this what love is
To be scared in your own home
To tremble at the sound of footsteps
Coming up the stairs
He loves me not
It is not love
Because
He does not love me
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC