I didn't see until it was too late.

The bruises on my wrist,

The pain in my eye, 

The longing to die. 

When did this become love? 

Being guilted into sex, 

Feelings of never doing right. 

When did this become love?

Never being the same, 

"You've become so cold."

"What happened to you?"

I swear it was love. 

I swear it was love..

Reviews

[Lisasview]

Oh gosh so sad...and I do relate... but those issues are far behind me now..Thank goodness..
I wrote a poem when I was 22 years old 1970... called Affection that you might like.
Lisa, now in Spain

[JMaster1]

That's one of the beautiful and sad poems I read on here
Wish you are not in that situation any longer
So many young girls does stay in a toxid relationships which ends up so bad

[Dwayne J. Keeves]

Very nicely done poem. The poem set in such an order to cause one to investigate the why of; one enduring the passage taken. It encourages one that no one has to accept the measures put forth, Well unless they wish to. I enjoyed this.