when i found myself contemplating
living the life that he gave me
i had to do it alone
merely because i was afraid
but, you see,
this time i wasn't afraid of me
this time i was afraid of him
and it was such an unfamiliar feeling
because part of me wanted to think
that everything he gave
was love
and that maybe
he just had a bad way of showing it
but why was i so afraid to ask for a hug?
a touch of comfort
a touch of that love
a touch of something other than his fist on my face
and his exasperated eyes
forever engraved
in my mind
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Fellchaser
PoetryFellchaser /fehl-ch-acer/ A long-forgotten or suppressed event from your past that could reappear at any time and rip your life apart; that every day, you carry its burden unable to explain it out of fear, regret, or shame - leaving you to wonder if...
