His kisses are sweet, but his words are like knives.1
When did this go all wrong?2
He still holds me like I'm his, but doesn't treat me like I'm his. I'm an object, a prize, something to show. Taunt and tease to others, "I've got her and you can't have her."3
Stabbing his knives through me, twisting them ever so slowly and pushing them deeper and deeper into my soul, making sure they scar. A mark left for each time he hurts me, but he can't see it, no-one can except me.4
To have the one you love hurt you and abuse you kills a soul, kills a person. 5
I want it to be how it was. When I was funny, and you were sweet, quiet and cute. When you would hold me tight late at night and claim you couldn't sleep unless you had your arm around me.6
What ever happened to those days?7
Every so often, we get a bit of passion, a bit of sudden rush for love and then we can't keep ourselves off the other. But almost as quickly as it appeared, it disappears.8
We were just hanging on for something fake, for something fickle.9
How long it been since we were both in the same mood?10
I take back and look at our journey... Where did we start to go down different paths? Who read the map wrong? Who followed the wrong north?11
Guess only time will tell what fate has in store for us...
Comments
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this piece makes me think of a married couple. not a fresh marriage but one that's been going on for ages and the spark is going out. I know it's about you and your boyfriend and you guys are still young and haven't been together for years and years but that's just what your piece feels like.
I like that you used the word "knife" in your piece. I feel like I don't see that word anymore. as soon as I read it I thought about using it in a poem/prose-piece. I remember I used to use all the time and in the most cliche ways too ew.
I liked the ending, the bit about the map. good metaphor.
love yoooo
HNB
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