I see how he looks at me
from the corner of his eye
I can feel his breath so
close to my neck, goosebumps start to show
My mind races my heart
every moment that passes
Confronting me endlessly
about pointless scenarios not designed to be questionable
His insecurities have a
way of showing its ugly spirit however that doesn’t make him a bad man
I understand his character
and yes he gets out of hand at times but…
I know he loves the being
within me that I am too afraid to love
I know he adores me as the
only one he wants
I am special to him and
that creates fear, unquestionable fear “that the one you love is bound to walk
out on you”
We’ve come a long way and
he has become calmer as time goes, he still likes to keep me to himself
“A treasure like no other-
a treasure I cannot keep out of my sight for the pirates might steal my
beautiful treasure” he says
I believe him, though the
people around me see it different, I believe him
The bruises stop mattering
after a while you know, they become embedded within my skin- apart of me
actually
Bruises are who I am – or
not?
I too carry fear- fear
that one day I won’t be able to stop him, fear that one day he wont listen to
me when I yell out to him to stop and that I’m sorry
But my biggest fear is
that I wont be able to wake myself up from this nightmare in time…
By: Linda RM Baumann
05h28
17 May 2018
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