Bruises

November 5, 2017

I should have seen the signs; I was so naive.

There was no need to read between the lines; everything you said I believed.

“Because I love you,” that’s what you said.

The bruises blue and the blood red.

You told me that you loved me and the pain went away.

I was so blind I couldn’t see that those were just words to make me stay.

And I did; I stayed.

And every time you blew your lid I forgave and forgave.

“Because I love you” rang through my head.

It didn’t matter I was blue it mattered what you said.

And you told me you loved me.

I can’t quite remember the day.

That I saw light and your words grew grey.

How could you love me if you hurt me so much?

How could it be if I was blue by your touch?

This wasn’t love you were giving.

This wasn’t the kind of life I was to be living.

When asked “what does a healthy relationship mean to you”

At last, I can say “not what I had” and that response is long overdue.

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