Letters To My Love #Wattys2016

Letter Twenty-Four

Dear Love,

So he beat you bloody,

again,

for the third time this week.

Why don't you stop it

and make him stop?

All you do 

is welcome the pain

like what he says is true

and what he does

is right

and justifiable,

and that breaks me.

You held my bleeding wrists

and willed them to heal,

but

when I try to hold your broken soul

and your tattered mind,

you push me away

and tell me

it's what you deserve.

I know what you deserve

because

It's what I deserve too.

People like us

just deserve the other

to care

and to have

and to hold

and to know,

not to push

and to shove

and to withhold.

Letting him beat you

is letting him win,

and letting him see that

is making things worse.

Why can't you just let me

put you in my arms

and carry you away,

from this pain

and this misery

and this undeserved seclusion?