Been working on a new piece... I was inspired to write this by individuals who stay in abusive relationships. I've had a couple friends- mostly females- who've been situations like this although I know there are men who go through the same. One thing that bothered me is why these strong and intellegent people would want to stay in a relationship where they are getting the shit beat out of them but then I think back to a time when I was in love... or thought I was in love with someone. Would I stay? Of course I'd say HELL NO now but one thing I've learned is that a woman's love (can't really speak for the fellas) is something totally different, delicate, and probably the closest thing you can come to unconditional. Once they're really in love there is pretty much nothing you can do to change her mind on the matter. When she decides to give her heart, you have it to hold... or to crush. So this is my take on the situation. Its still in the rough draft stages but I hope you get the gist and can still feel it...
I WRITE THIS IN LOVING MEMORY OF LOVE ITSELF WHO HAS BEEN MISTREATED, TAINTED, AND FUCKED OVER SO MANY TIMES IT HAS BECOME CONFUSED AND NO LONGER KNOWS ITS WORTH. REST IN PEACE... BEAUTIFUL...
I live for the pain you inflict on me. Everytime we meet you wrap me up in an embrace of chaos and violence... beautiful in its own way. The painful pleasure of your fist smashing into my face. A broken nose and a cracked tooth. The sweet taste of blood flowing from my busted lip. The cold from the silver on the knife you held up to my throat... Its almost as if you want to kill me but I smile because I know my truth. I know I can make you love me the right way. There is proof in the way your hands caress and soothe my bruised shoulders and back. The way your lips feel as they kiss my neck. One minute you are whispering in my ear exactly the things you know I want to hear then next you are slamming me up against a wall. Oooooh baby you love me so hard. I pray that in time you will grow to love me softer but I'm just glad it's with me you choose to spend your time. One day the sound of your angry voice summons me. I walk toward you swiftly and carefully. I stand before you and look up into your handsome face though I can barely see from behind two black eyes. The most ugly words escape from your lips. You tell me that you want nothing more to do with me. For the first time you make me cry. I try to wrap my sore arms around you. I beg you to stay. Your heavy open hand strikes hard at the side of my face. You ripped my heart from my chest... and you left...
Immediately she dropped dead. But because love cannot die she simply lays there quite still with a lifeless look opon her swollen face. She lays there on the floor... with a broken body, a broken mind, and a gaping hole in her chest blaming herself, believing that she is the reason he left. She will rise a heartless corps walking freely about the earth just hoping to find a real love in reverse.
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