She listened.
Waited,
held Her breath for his return.
After a year,
She went on a date.
he was too pushy,
too clingy,
too touchy.
She left him in the parking lot.
She went on another date.
he was more pushy,
more touchy,
and didn't know when to stop.
She couldn't say 'no',
but he had known that before.
he left Her standing on a bridge and
went to the girlfriend She didn't know he had.
Months go by.
She isn't sure who to trust.
One night,
as She stares at Her veins,
Wondering why She ever stopped Her art,
She met a New Person.
He was quiet,
He listened,
He hung back,
didn't push,
didn't grab,
didn't touch.
She was elated to find a
Friend.
She was ecstatic to find a
Companion.
She trusted Him,
not because He told Her to,
but because She could.
YOU ARE READING
The Witch that will Burn
PoetryA collection of original poetry chronicling a story of abuse and recovery. A girl enters into an abusive relationship and ends it, going through the ups and downs of recovery.
