Author Information
THE WAY HE LOVED ME
Folder:
Domestic Violence I used to see the cup half full, now I see it as half empty.
That is how I view life ever since he left me.
Left me scarred, bruised and bloody,
He had the audacity to say he loved me.
That’s how he showed it, making me wear a cast.
He wanted me to feel the pain from his past.
I felt his love making with every stitch,
His form of love turned me into this biiich.
When his whore made him angry, he transferred that negative
Energy to me,
My mind didn’t register, it wasn’t my reality.
Eyes swollen shut, bearing the signature of his knuckle,
Lying in the hospital wanting to die, he said I did this because
I love you.
Lip busted, head wrapped in gauze,
He was angry and she was the cause.
He told the doctor we were in an accident on I-95
Blood and tears mixing together as I silently cried.
I wanted to scream, HE’S LYING!! But my lips wouldn’t move or
Follow my mental command,
He put a front for the medical staff and held my hand.
He cried as if he was worried, asking if I would be ok,
What will be done? How long will she stay?
He was fooling everyone; no one questioned his sincerity,
Through his façade they didn’t see that he loved me with severity.
I felt like Anna-Mae in the Tina Turner movie,
When he whispered biiich if you run I’ll go after you, pretending to soothe me.
Caressing my face through the gauze one patch covered one eye,
Why didn’t he just kill me? Why didn’t I just die?
But I couldn’t see myself lying on a table with a toe tag that read Jane Doe,
So I had to devise a plan to quietly go.
I had to leave unnoticed but my body felt weak.
Ripping out the needle, The I.V began to leak.
The clock was ticking; I was on a race against time.
Praying someone took his life before he took mine.
His form of love left me in a state unimaginable.
He somehow reconditioned me in ways that are intangible.
His love was literally breath taking and all consuming
Until nothing else existed, but his hands that cut like a knife,
He controlled my every move, thought, he became my life.
Lying in that bed replaying everything that had occurred,
I knew it was my chance, thoughts no longer blurred.
The way he loved me was not the love I needed.
And I’d be damned if I was defeated.
There was just no way I was giving in.
His love almost killed me, but this time I win!
