No one taught me
How to distinguish
Love from lust
And it's gotten me
Into so much trouble
When a woman
Uses her lips
To paint me like
A canvas
I have to stop
Myself from whispering
I love you
Under my breath
No one taught me
how to distinguish
Fear from trust
And it's the reason
I'm in this mess
You use my body
As your punching bag
Your knuckles red
And white
From holding your
Fists too tight
But when you ask
Do you trust me?
Of course, I say
Yes.
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Author:
SR (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 12th, 2021 12:25
- Comment from author about the poem: this poem is close to my heart, detailing the way I have gotten into situations with love and abuse because I couldn\\\'t tell the difference when I\\\'d been taught most of my life that they are the same. I want to put a trigger warning for a brief mention of an abusive relationship.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
There you go - experiential learning.
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