AbuseA Chapter by LunaBad memories brought back to life. These are memories of my first boyfriend.
Stabbing pain flies up my arm As you block my circulation. Why do I say no When I know you can hurt me so badly? Why don’t I tell an adult And get help to become free of this pain? Tears prick the sides of my eyes As the bruise around my wrist begins to form. I need to think up a lie To hide the truth. If anyone finds out, He will hurt me more. My friends are becoming suspicious Because the lies no longer work. I barely allow you to touch me Because I’m afraid it’ll do more harm Than it would do good. You throw the paper at me And I throw it back thinking it is all a game. The girl behind me picks it up, Unfolds it, And calls you an a*****e. I take it from her As relief chills my body. “We should see other people.” The tears begin to form again But they aren’t tears of pain. Sweet relief. I go to the next class And release them. My friends think I’m upset Because you dumped me. They say that You asked someone else out And they turned you down But I don’t care. I’m too happy to care. I thought it was over, But I was dead wrong. After a short break you return, Begging me for forgiveness, Saying that you’ve changed. I give in. Nothing changed, And after a week You are bored with hurting me. You claim you are leaving But I know the truth. Relief sweeps over me. Years pass and I see How you treat the other girls. You are soft and gentle with them. Why was it only me you hurt so badly?© 2010 LunaAuthor's Note
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