Never hit me with his hands,
never whipped me with his belt
only used the power of words,
to express how he felt.
He says he's my best friend,
says he'll be my superman,
with the super power of words,
he makes my dreams end.
He raised me from a baby,
taught me to believe in maybe,
raised me with “I love you's”,
and with the answer “I love you too.”
Now that I'm older,
stronger and bolder,
he uses his super power of words,
to knock me down.
So I stay up past bed time,
my face wet with tears,
his words on repeat in my head,
and memories of for-always,
scattered in my bed.
YOU ARE READING
The World In My Words
PoesíaThese are my stories, they are my words and my thoughts and my feelings. It takes time to turn tragedy into art. This is my corrupted world in words. This is a message from the breathless. Can you read between the lines?
