my love is violence

Spencer Llewellyn

My love is violence.

Unrecognisable if unaccompanied by pain.

I take it with blood,

The way that others take it with sugar.

I don't know any other way.

Licked from a razor blade,

Or drip-fed by IV,

I can't imagine it

Absorbed through a hug

Or delivered wrapped neatly in a bow.

 

I was taught to moan for more,

When older men wrapped their hands around my throat

And squeezed 'til I turned blue.

I was taught to find pleasure in fading breath,

Tenderness in tears.

To crave a knife at my throat,

Or a gun to my temple.

Because what is love

If not brutality?

  • Author: Spencer Llewellyn (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 15th, 2022 05:53
  • Comment from author about the poem: When I was younger, men so much older than me would prey on me. My first boyfriend was 18 and I was 11, and he twisted me forever. I sometimes wonder if I'll ever know how it's meant to be.
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