Abused Bitter Love

Walking away, I’m held back,
Lured by a call and a warm bed.
His touch making me weak,
His voice whispering near my cheeks.
“Don’t leave me,” he says, “I’ve had a hard week.”

His broken first time promise,
Wasn’t the last time he’d missed,
Helplessly watching him break me down,
Rising me up, I bow down my head,
Suffering in the bitter taste of my blood.

Love starts off with a spark,
Love shows up hoping it lasts,
Love stays on leaving a mark,
Love scares away the past.,
I sense it’s time to cut off my cast.

Enduring the unbearable, timeless,
Uncloaking the wounds, priceless,
Lifting my voice, senseless,
Stealing away from the bittersweet love,
Starting to picture myself in a glove.

Running away in the darkness,
Laughing out my bitterness,
Saving my soul from stillness,
As tears wet my bruises,
Marking the fresh start of newness.