Flinch and cover,
“Don’t hit me,”
In response to a loving caress of the cheek.
Pushed up against the wall,
Panic, “I can’t escape.”
Passionate kisses are impossible.
Grabbing wrist gently.
“No.” I must be able to fight.
“Don’t restrain me.”
I trust you,
But memories come back
Of every hurt you never inflicted.
I am fearful of speaking my mind
Because he screamed at me.
“You’re just my slut….
No one will want you….
You are selfish….
You are worthless…
I am the only one who loves you.”
He beat me,
Leaving watercolor rectangular bruises on the back of my thighs,
Smacking my face when I misbehaved.
He made me do whatever he wanted,
Covered me in kisses like nothing ever happened,
A bad dream nothing more.
My love never treated me like a broken porcelain doll
But rather saw me,
Beautiful and strong,
An invincible girl mistreated and deserving of love.
Love says, “You deserve everything.”
Love gave me back to myself after he destroyed me.
Love still has to deal with the scars of my past,
But never tires of loving and caring for me.
Love treats me like a warrior princess
Holding me close to his chest,
Always understanding of what I need.
Love is my everything.