The Gun

Being loved 

Is all we strive to be

To be trusted

Spoken to with honesty

To be supported

And treated with equality

To be respected  

For simply being me

Being in love

was like batheing in the sun 

Or staring at the oceans

Overwheled with passion

And full of emotions

I felt alive 

I was wanted and chosen

Because He Loves Me

I am frozen 

He is jealous and protective

He does not want me to be free

He has a power over me 

Because he puts the gun against my head

Because he loves me

This control and manipulation is a death threat

This lack of privacy 

And being treated as property

Is causing me to worry

And defend myself constantly

What I Thought Was Love

Has become pain

I am drowning 

in an endless sea of fear

 I am choking on submission

And gasping for recognition

I am dying 

Because he loves me