I AM SIMPLY JUST A MUTT. // poetry

Life Must Go On

He left bruises like kisses;

Imprints littered on my skin.

"Nobody likes you here. Stay home instead," 

He'd whisper after kissing my cheek.

The memory of his rough hands 

Will stain my mind forever:

The way they'd hold me close and tight

After scolding me relentlessly. 

He'd wipe away my tears after every argument

And bathe me after every use.

I'm wrapped so tightly around his finger, 

I am double-knotted. 

I fear this is my fate.

I sob, 

For I will never be loved

Nor never be cared.

I feel so impossible to repair.