Poems

Purple and  blue,  such a beautiful hue how they fade and intertwine just to amuse you, 

I'm loving the hue of that purple and blue how you show it off and it doesn't bother you,

 but my hue was different and for no one to see 

see my hues were bruises covering my body

 and they didn't define me nor who I use to be

 but 

 know those hues made me stronger 

and I developed from who I used to be.

 So admire your purple and blue

 and yes I love your hue

 but know that it reminds me of what hell I've gone through. 

My sweet love, such a doll for the world to see 

Yet no one understand the terror and assume I'm in disbelief

My friends make jokes and say I'm such a chic not knowing in my home I become her pick

I tried to talk to the boys and let them know what's the deal but because I'm a manly man they think this isn't real.

A pan  a pot a glass  or a mop. When her rage began there's no way to make her stop. 

She's my sweet love yet people wouldn't believe the violence she bestow upon me and the tricks up her sleeve.

Beautiful modest and lovely as can be my sweet love daily send me into misery.

If love is what fixes every deepened wound

then why am I hurting?

If love is the answer to every problem

then why am I questioning?

If love is the sunshine on a dark day

then why am I feeling cold?

If love is a miracle potion that keeps you young

then why am I feeling old?

If love is what makes the world go round

then why am I stuck standing still? 

If love is the band aid that protects all of your cuts

then why am I not yet healed?

If love is the only thing that is true

then why do I doubt?

If love demands you to be faithful

then why do I want to bail out?

If love is what you claim to be giving

then why am I always crying?

If love is what you say you're doing

then why inside am I dying?

If love is when you hold my throat

then why do they say I should want it?

If love is when you call me names

then why do they say I should like it?

If love is the night you pinned me to the ground

then why is everyone searching for it?

If love is the way you slammed me against the wall

then why is it crushing my spirits?

If love is the thing I'm receiving from you

then why am I always bruised?

If this is love, I do not want it. 

Love is sacred, and not abuse.