My friends always told me to laugh it off
When a boy pushed me down
Because it meant that he liked me
So I did
I just fell to the ground, pushed back the tears
and laughed
Because that was how he showed love
Was that love?
When I got to high school
I met a boy
Who kissed me with his fists
and left love letters on my skin
in shades of black and blue
It hurts so badly
But I remembered what my friends told me
so I just hid the pain
and laughed
Was that love?
I've been with him 2 years now
and he's started pouring gasoline
over my broken body
I guess that means he truly loves me
I want to tell someone
because sometimes it feels wrong
But it can't be
My friend's words ring in my ears
"It's just how he shows love"
Maybe I should love myself
the way he loves me
Kiss myself with bloody razors
write deep love poems on my wrists
Everyday he stands there, pouring fuel on me
and holding out a match
Is this love?
I take the match and strike it
smiling, light myself on fire
Burning to the ground
I laugh it off
This is love
(e.b)
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Deadly Games
PoetryPoems about depression, failed relationships, and other mental illnesses.