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i.
because who are you to tell me how to feel
pain
what it is to feel
absolutely nothing?
who the fuck are you to stay by my side
all night
crying
asking god for forgiveness
asking him to show himself and quit being such a fucking coward?
who were you to ever lay a hand on me?
ii.
because you never stayed up like you said you did
not until 6 am
not tearing your own heart out
for me.
you lied about beauty
and how much you admired the way i carried it.
you know what?
it was all bullshit
and you were only angry because i knew the truth.
iii.
because i was never what you wanted -
what we
wanted.
i was never what you dreamed of and you
you were too cowardly to admit it.
too stuck inside yourself
inside the little world that moves around in that fat head of yours
like hate.
hate
hate
hate wasn't strong enough of a word for you.
you had to use the bitter language that you always bit under your tongue.
fucking cunt
fucking bitch
fucking worthless piece of shit
waste of fucking space.
no, hate wasn't strong enough
because telling me that you hated me just flowed straight
in
and straight
out.
you wanted to hit me harder than that.
iv.
because you wouldn't take no for an answer
you wouldn't take your fucking hands off me
and because no one fell for my stories
when i had to explain
the bruises.
because you knew that when you slammed my body into your bedroom wall
i was defenseless.
you knew that i had to obey
you knew that if you wanted me to
i was going to fuck you
you knew that if i said no
all you had to do
was hit the word "no" right out of my mouth
and into what you wanted.
v.
because you kissed my neck
bit the skin above my collar bones
and whispered in my ear
'baby why do you even bother?'
and because you were there
when i took a few too many
and you
you didn't care enough
to try and save me.
you let her find me
screaming 'what have you done'
and
'you throw up right now-
you get it out right now-
please-
please.'
and you couldn't even ask me
why.
vi.
because you knew that i was fragile.
you knew that you could fuck other people
and i would still come crawling back.
you knew that the only things keeping my spine straight
were the therapy sessions
and the medication.
you knew that i was too afraid to leave you
you
you knew
you knew you could read me like a fucking book.
vii.
i'm angry
because you made me think no one could ever love me.
you
you made me hate myself
you
you made me hate the thought of love when really
i never knew what love was.
you thought you taught me love when really
you only taught me to hate myself
and how to cover up
new bruises.
because who are you to tell me how to feel
pain
what it is to feel
absolutely nothing?
who the fuck are you to stay by my side
all night
crying
asking god for forgiveness
asking him to show himself and quit being such a fucking coward?
who were you to ever lay a hand on me?
ii.
because you never stayed up like you said you did
not until 6 am
not tearing your own heart out
for me.
you lied about beauty
and how much you admired the way i carried it.
you know what?
it was all bullshit
and you were only angry because i knew the truth.
iii.
because i was never what you wanted -
what we
wanted.
i was never what you dreamed of and you
you were too cowardly to admit it.
too stuck inside yourself
inside the little world that moves around in that fat head of yours
like hate.
hate
hate
hate wasn't strong enough of a word for you.
you had to use the bitter language that you always bit under your tongue.
fucking cunt
fucking bitch
fucking worthless piece of shit
waste of fucking space.
no, hate wasn't strong enough
because telling me that you hated me just flowed straight
in
and straight
out.
you wanted to hit me harder than that.
iv.
because you wouldn't take no for an answer
you wouldn't take your fucking hands off me
and because no one fell for my stories
when i had to explain
the bruises.
because you knew that when you slammed my body into your bedroom wall
i was defenseless.
you knew that i had to obey
you knew that if you wanted me to
i was going to fuck you
you knew that if i said no
all you had to do
was hit the word "no" right out of my mouth
and into what you wanted.
v.
because you kissed my neck
bit the skin above my collar bones
and whispered in my ear
'baby why do you even bother?'
and because you were there
when i took a few too many
and you
you didn't care enough
to try and save me.
you let her find me
screaming 'what have you done'
and
'you throw up right now-
you get it out right now-
please-
please.'
and you couldn't even ask me
why.
vi.
because you knew that i was fragile.
you knew that you could fuck other people
and i would still come crawling back.
you knew that the only things keeping my spine straight
were the therapy sessions
and the medication.
you knew that i was too afraid to leave you
you
you knew
you knew you could read me like a fucking book.
vii.
i'm angry
because you made me think no one could ever love me.
you
you made me hate myself
you
you made me hate the thought of love when really
i never knew what love was.
you thought you taught me love when really
you only taught me to hate myself
and how to cover up
new bruises.
Literature
no means no
I.
i can come off as being needy
needy- like the time he pressed up against me
and said it was okay
'this is what people who love each other do'
his shy words gripped me
‘i love you’
tighter than his grasp that night did
II.
at the time
it was hard for my head to wrap around
what his skittish words really meant
because love is a tentative word
i love falling asleep
(the same way i fell for him)
knowing there are stars above
strategically placed to protect me from
snagging shadows
i love the way i can feel
as if a shoddy blanket
(or a pair of arms)
can warm me for a fortnight
i love the way music leaves an imprint
(
Literature
Why Do You Do This To Me?
You took my breath away then
Watched me suffocate.
Literature
Wonder.
Do you fear your own death?
Is it hard to conceive?
Draw in your last breath, then-
Your last breath will leave.
Isn't it strange to think,
That there's a timer above your head?
A countdown you can't see,
That finishes when you're dead.
Don't you ever wonder,
What it'll be like when you're gone?
I bet the world will keep on spinning.
There will be another dawn.
But the harsh reality behind it-
We're all going to die.
There's no reason to try to fight it
Not even to question why.
It makes me wish that I could have a little more to give,
Because I'm not afraid of how I'll die...
I'm afraid of how I'll
Live...
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i'm sorry for the lack of punctuation and proper grammar and i'm sorry for the poor construction and repetitive words.
it just had to get out some day.
it just had to get out some day.
© 2013 - 2024 purgatorygray
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Overall
Vision
Originality
Technique
Impact
Vision:
I thought this poem created a lot of very vivid, clear visuals that had a very morbid feel. Usually when I see pieces that use this much profanity I try to stay clear but this was done very well and the cursing really helped paint a picture of anger in my mind. I can imagine a woman being pushed around and screamed at and I can imagine a guy trying to be completely in control. Very sad but done very nicely.
Originality:
I wish that I could say that this poem seemed very original and brilliant but there are a lot of pieces similar to this one. The feeling of being trapped in a relationship or like there's no way out. The abuse not only from a loved one but from yourself for staying in the relationship. I do however think that the numbering of stanzas was original and made the poem feel like it was its own original work.
Technique:
I really like the way that you used repetition and fragmented sentences. It makes it a lot easier to feel like the reader is in your head, reading your thoughts straight from the source. You add a panicked, confused sort of wording to it which helps the reader understand your anger. I would however suggest that you remove the stanza about "taking too many" because without a back story it added some confusion to the reader.
Impact:
I was blown away by this piece. I read it over and over again and every time I still feel pure hatred towards whoever the man in this poem is. I can feel the anger in your words and tell why you say the words the way you do. Beautifully worded.
Overall, I would say this was done very well. Keep up the good work