Nothing

ByCatieLight

Disclaimer: this poem depicts domestic abuse. 

 

 

When you held my hand the first time, I remember thinking how perfectly they fit together.

 

When you held me, I remember how safe I felt.

 

How you would never let anything hurt me.

 

I fell in love hard, it must of been why I was so blind. 

 

How did I not see that you would be the one to hurt me?

 

I missed the evil glint in your eyes and the rough look of your hands.

 

The way they could crush me and keep me down. 

 

 

 

 

The first time you hit me, I told myself it wouldn't happen again. 

 

You cried. I had never seen you cry. 

 

I thought maybe it was my fault, maybe I needed to change. 

 

When it happened again, I apologized and held you while you begged me not to leave you.

 

I shrunk myself, to keep from angering you, while you grew big.

 

You became a huge ocean while I sat on a tiny island. 

 

You surrounded me, consumed me, until I was no longer me. 

 

 

 

 

The last time you hit me, I didnt even feel it. I felt nothing as my sight grew dim but my eyes had open.

 

When I left, i didn't look back.

 

I didn't cry. 

 

I wasn't sad.

 

I felt nothing. 

 

I feel nothing.

  • Author: Caitlin Carson (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 19th, 2018 04:32
  • Category: Sad
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Comments4

  • Heartwriter

    What gives another that right? Nothing! Sorry for what you endured. Rise above it and never look back. Not worth your good time of day! Excellent write.

    • ByCatieLight

      Thank you. It was a struggle and still is everyday. Putting my feelings down helps tho

      • Heartwriter

        Yes it does. Take care.

      • JasmineUK

        Applauding your courage,
        To have broken your chains,
        And wishing strength to extinguish,
        The ghost that remains.

        Wipe him from your mind,
        Like the shit on your shoes,
        Find your new romance.
        Better aware of the cues.

      • lasergraph

        A sober view of a far too common problem. By shining light on it, maybe we can remove the blemish it has become.

      • lasergraph

        You told the story as it needed to be told. I hope not from first hand knowledge. It is a tragic story that is far too common. Gret job.



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