This is another post on a sad note, the poem is not from experience but the issue of abuse is important to me and the poem holds value even if not personal. I hope the meaning comes across.
Down on my knees
Words that hurt
Treated like dirt
Holding it back
Preventing attack
Need a cuddle
Heads a muddle
Soon it will tire
Just like a fire
Blazes wild
Till it is mild
Tears soon break free
It hushes me
Arms hold strong
I know it is wrong
Love cant be helped
Its only felt
Sometimes its sad
When love turns bad.
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