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Guilty
"Look I have a bruise on my arm. . ."
Really?
How fascinating...
Please tell me more--
Such as, how did it get there?
I wonder. . .
Did it just appear out of nowhere?
I remember when I'd wake up with random bruises. . .
It was just because I was a klutz though.
It wasn't to make someone else feel bad.
Someone who will admit that they hit you.
But thank you for pointing it out anyway Mother?
Do abusive girlfriends and wives point out to their abusers the marks they've left on their faces and arms?
No-- I didn't think so.
You know why?
Because they would've just gotten hit again.
Because those people don't care if they hurt people.
But I do. . .
I can't control it.
I see red--
My fist tighten.
The rubber band finally snaps.
I've warned you a million and one times.
Stay away from and keep your distance.
Don't talk to me--
Unless you want this all the end in violence.
But you push me until I break.
And then days pass. . .
And the tears have dried.
My cuts are healing.
Everything is okay.
And you feel the need, for some reason.
To point it out.
The marks.
The bruises.
Why do you need to point it out now?
Why is it necessary?
When everything is better.
When everyone is alright.
When I'm trying to put myself back together.
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Just why do you need to make me feel--
G u i l t y
Really?
How fascinating...
Please tell me more--
Such as, how did it get there?
I wonder. . .
Did it just appear out of nowhere?
I remember when I'd wake up with random bruises. . .
It was just because I was a klutz though.
It wasn't to make someone else feel bad.
Someone who will admit that they hit you.
But thank you for pointing it out anyway Mother?
Do abusive girlfriends and wives point out to their abusers the marks they've left on their faces and arms?
No-- I didn't think so.
You know why?
Because they would've just gotten hit again.
Because those people don't care if they hurt people.
But I do. . .
I can't control it.
I see red--
My fist tighten.
The rubber band finally snaps.
I've warned you a million and one times.
Stay away from and keep your distance.
Don't talk to me--
Unless you want this all the end in violence.
But you push me until I break.
And then days pass. . .
And the tears have dried.
My cuts are healing.
Everything is okay.
And you feel the need, for some reason.
To point it out.
The marks.
The bruises.
Why do you need to point it out now?
Why is it necessary?
When everything is better.
When everyone is alright.
When I'm trying to put myself back together.
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Just why do you need to make me feel--
G u i l t y
Published 10th Jun 2014
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10th Jun 2014 2:27am
10th Jun 2014 6:07am
10th Jun 2014 11:46am
Like the subject matter,
the writing is raw, leaving
me feeling a little disturbed,
so the poem works really
well, making this reader
feel something which he has
been lucky enough not to
have experienced...
the writing is raw, leaving
me feeling a little disturbed,
so the poem works really
well, making this reader
feel something which he has
been lucky enough not to
have experienced...
10th Jun 2014 11:57pm
Well that makes two of us, because I wish I hadn't experienced it either.
- Paige Rider
- Paige Rider
11th Jun 2014 00:51am
I so wish you hadn't...
but the way you wrote of
it made it imaginable to
me, which is the hallmark,
surely, of a good writer...
but the way you wrote of
it made it imaginable to
me, which is the hallmark,
surely, of a good writer...
11th Jun 2014 8:46am
23rd Jul 2014 11:10pm
Abusive relationships always end badly. I feel the anger and pain in this write. It's intense. Much enjoyed.
