I stare in the mirror at the reflection that looks back at me.
Its eyes ask questions,
They search for answers I don't want to give.
Hey, you! it screams.
Yes, you who ignore and hides and accept his flimsy excuses and white lies.
Don't turn away! LOOK AT ME!
But I quiver and quake as I am not that strong to face the demons that I have so unwillingly created.
Words laced with scorn reverberated around inside my head as I stood there and to bits, it ripped me as I was once again broken with my emotions laid bare.
It gripped me tightly,
I tried to fight,
But for too long I have been bound by a love that tears me to pieces each chance it gets, so I lost all my might.
My mind drifted to the days when he was my champion, my black cavalier.
The warrior to fight my nightmares and keep at bay my fears.
Now here I was the victim of my knight,
The pain of his lies and alibies left me a defeated mess.
A broken heart now beating in my chest.
How I PITY you!
My eyes burn red
A fire I thought I lost leaped within me, and this reflection that I see standing there patronizing me
Had me asking?
You silly fool am I not you?
How different are we when everything he does hurts not only me but you?
Who are you to criticize?
You stand there like a judge ready to convict when we are both being sentenced to his abuse.
Do you think you are the only one being used?
When my body sting from the hits,
When I quiver in the corner Wondering how much more I can take
Will, I be able to stand this any longer,
Are you in a different time and space?
When its all over and I try to hide with make up a battered face,
Are you not the reflection that I see.
With the same hands I use as a shield, we at times use to grip the sheets and bury all the hurt as,
We quiver in ecstasy.
He makes you feel all that I feel,
He makes you a puppet,
Pulling on the strings that makes us move to his will and his ways.
Now, who Pity who?
I am you and you are me.
We are both in this so until you rescue me from this slough of despondency,
Put on that negligee
And be a good and loving submissive wife.
This is both our LiFe.
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Simple Words From Within
Poetrymy well of hopes, my fountain of love, my sea of dreams, my river of desires compiled in words to create my world for you to see and comprehend how simple yet complex belonging to someone can be. Birdeyze~♡
