Oh dear society,
The things you taught me are driving me to insanity.
You said if hits you that's showing love,
That his intentions were pure as a white dove.
Because you said so he continued to hit me,
This torment became love and I was worthy.
In his mind he truly valued the blood on his hands,
My skin now bruised pouring red like the wetlands.
With tears in my eyes I shall kiss the hands that have struck me,
Because you say this is love so there's nothing more to see.
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Dear Girls and boys,
Love that comes with pain is not love. Love that comes with burdens bigger than life is not love. Love that makes you feel worthless is not love. Love that romanticises abuse isn't love. Love that makes you scared isn't love. Love that makes you life worthless isn't love.
Love that makes you feel safe, wanted and loved, is love