The Ghosts of my past.

February 27th, 2009-Abuse

A broken heart will never heal;

And the feeling you get, makes love seem unreal.

The emotional pain; That causes so much stress.

It hurts to imagine; hurts even to guess.

The stitches and cuts; from when I couldn’t see;

Of the time I was blind. I thought you loved me.

A punch; a hit; an outbursting blow.

And then your heartbeat altogether starts to slow.

I thought love was this; this pain that you brought;

I guess lesson learned; lesson well-taught.

Your abuse no doubt will continue; though not with I.

And the look on my face will make you want to die.

You’ll realize that I loved you; and you lost me fast.

So instead I move on.. Leaving past, in the past.