Tuesday, February 28, 2017

For My Abuser: An Original Poem

As you may have encountered in your own life, many of us have to date a lot of cruddy boys before we find our real man.  Today, I wanted to share a poem with you that I wrote back in 2011 about one especially cruddy boy.  I spend enough time discussing the work of other authors, I figured it was about time I shared some of my work with you.  Please let me know what you think in the comments below.

For My Abuser
By Jessamine Julian

Your words, like fists, rained upon my head
My pain, your joy - is this my death bed?
We stood so strong.  I thought "You are my all."
But now, the end, you created my fall.

Your words, like memory's picture taken
I remember them all and, if I'm not mistaken, 
You said them, you meant them, you mean them still.
My soul was shattered.  It was your intent to kill.

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