They say love is an act of services,
and that words are cheap.
When I'm gushing with blood,
my face is purple and blue,
my mind numb from lack of control
that is his service of his love.
I hear "I do this because I love you..."
Little does he know this is the last time,
That he shows me this love.
Today,
Is two years from the first time,
but it will now be the last.
I finally get up from the ground where he pounded me into.
The strength I feel is burning alive.
I carry his child and now,
It is not just about me crying,
she is unborn but i hear her cry
I will not let him show her love.
Now I pack my only suitcase,
And walk out the door,
past the distruction around me,
the wall that tasted my blood,
the floor that crunched my bones,
the hands that said love was hurt.
He does not believe me,
he thinks i'll crawl back to his distruction.
Yet I know that for once...
I have the power to believe in me.
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The Poems Of My Life
PoetryThese are all about trials many people face in life. I just write about what inspires me and what breaks my heart. Hopefully these poems will inspire u to do great things and not to wait until its to late... ps- Most of these are pretty abstract so...
