Honey Dripping from Your Lips

You told me you loved me

with honey dripping from your lips

and blood fell from my fingertips

as I ran back to you

guilt in my face

when they asked me why I stayed

I thought your flickering eyes

meant change

but all I got were bruises

behind my pumping veins

and a type of love 

that was never meant to be real. 

I only found broken lightbulbs 

behind my dimming pupils

and aching bones

holding myself up.

Every day was a mistake,

bending backwards just to say

draining prayers for something more

and hoping God

would walk through the door 

and save me. 

It was all a lie,

feebly accepting that maybe

I was going to die unhappy

and alone

with someone who said they loved me

but only knew love as 

bloody knuckles 

and never ending pain. 

Author's Note

This is not about me or anything I have experienced, but it is all too real in too many people's lives. If you are a victim of abuse please visit http://www.thehotline.org/

Reviews

[Brynne]

this is so beautiful, and I'm grateful that I've escaped situations such as this. it's so important to talk about this subject, often brushed under the rug.