Sometimes I write poetry that isn't romantic at all. Here is one that came to me last night...
Scars
These
scars are still healing, the
impression of your hateful words are like red lashes across my back, the
marks you left on me inside and out.
I
recall the shock of finding bruises in places no one else could ever see, the
impact of your teeth marks everywhere, the
hard ways you took me and left me hating us both. When
you’d roll over and sleep it off, I
felt so empty and I’d do everything I could to make silent tears.
I
couldn’t show how much it scarred me.
The
belittling words you’d throw my way, later
I was sure you were intimidated that I was smarter than you, but
then you did whatever you could to make me feel less. You
don’t understand how hard it was to take the step away months later, the
final one, not
because I cared too much for you, but
more because I knew I deserved better and you’d never see that.
It
was also a challenge afterward, the
constant memories crowding my mind, the
time I fli…
