You stuttered
The letters
& my fingers shook
Breaking the words
Into twos
Teaching you to read
At 10:45pm
In your van
The pages lit by my phone torch
I felt proud of you for even
Trying
& I still felt proud
Even after crying
As you would get the words wrong
Slip of the tongue
& bash my head in with the book
I was holding open for
You
All my childhood favourites
Hitting me with the force of your
Shame- Funny how those nights perfectly describe our relationship, or more, my loyalty to you.
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Brave Not Perfect- Formally: I'm No Perfect Poet.
PoesiaDarling, to be Perfect Is simply not real. True tellings of domestic abuse in poetical form. This is the true story of a Fairy-Girl. By, The Fairy Queen #poetry- 13 #poembook- 2 #spokenword- 1 #10,000 reads 10/01/20