you are so beautiful
in all ways possible
your seemingly innocent demeanor is attractive,
even more alluring is the fact that you aren’t innocent. not even close
A walking contradition, an obvious addiction
I love her
The girl in black
She stays in the back
Lurking behind me,
wanting inside me
Face bruised, feeling used
She’s a manifestation of my childhood abuse
My inner trauma, my inner self
She’s tired of hiding, tired of lying
That everything is okay
Nothing’s okay, and it won’t go away
But what’s the point?
She’ll be alone anyway.
What’s wrong with you?
To let a man beat you til you’re black and blue
Til you’re eyes are bleeding and you don’t know what to do
In front of your two children so lonely and scared
The devil must have responded because god wasn’t there
He’s molesting your daughter and beating your son
What will they be like when he gets done?
You weren’t ready for motherhood, that I knew for sure
but my love for you initially was beyond that of pure
I’ve seen beauty and I’ve seen pain,
but it’s my mother who showed me shame
The amount I’ve cried,
the nights I felt I would die
Where were you?
Getting threatened with a brand new 22?
I know you love him and I gave him a chance,
but the line was crossed when he wanted into my pants
What doesn’t kill you most certainly makes you stronger,
but there are times I feel I cant go on any longer
All I see is red
Red is all I see
For red is the color
the color inside of me
Red like love
Red like hate
Failed attempts in hope to compensate
Blemish. What an irritation? This pink, awkward presence, making itself known by glistening in the light, drawing atten