Dark Poetry

Shattered

I used to smile when he arrived.
Promised that he'll always love me.
That he will always provide.
Always happy and filled with glee.

I used to hear singing.
Joining in with that bastard...
Sometimes heard the phone ringing.
He always answered...

I used to see him smile.
Happiness he always shown.
If I knew it would last a while.
Back then, if I had only known.

I used to smell the roses he brought.
He treated me like a queen.
I knew this was the man I sought.
Never in a million was this a dream.

I used to feel the hugs he gave.
It filled me with love and care.
Sometimes we misbehave.
If I knew he always be there.

The taste of his lips.
I grew insane wanting them on mine.
Where his and my always fits.
His were always sublime.

He was no longer the same.
He was no longer the man I love.
I was just a his little game.
Something he just plays and has a shove.

Now I sadness fills my night.
Knowing that he sleeps around.
What awaits at home, another fight.
Being beaten to the ground.

Now I hear the sound of screaming,
Things bashing in the other room.
Hoping I'm just dreaming.
Until I know I'll face my doom.

Now I see rage when he's through the door.
Tears ran down my face.
I knew it would be another war.
Heart starting to race.

Now I smell the alcohol that lingers.
Intoxicated with whiskey.
Blood on his knuckles and fingers.
Staying with him, I knew was risky.

Suddenly I feel pain on my side,
Being hurt again and again.
Grew numb, feeling as if I died.
Hoping that this will end.

Now I taste of blood fills my mouth.
Vision blurry and beginning to fade.
No voice, wanting to shout.
Wish I stopped the mistake I made.

I fell in love with a liar.
Hoping that he'll change.
My situation isn't so dire.
But alas, it cannot be arranged.

I'm stuck till I die.
Desire of help with a cry.
Living with a constant lie.
Well, this may be my last goodbye...

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Hope you like it Katie. I wrote this one for you because you gave me some inspiration. I could have done it earlier, but I had do errands and college. Hope you liked it though.

Sincerely,
CrimsonWriter
Peace, Love and Genocide...