That Is Not Love

He hit her again

I saw the blood come from the cut on her eyebrow

He claims to love her

He degrades her, calls her a slut, a whore

How could this be love

Love is not angry

I was confused growing up

Taught in school men shouldn't hit women 

Yet, mommy is being hit by daddy

Daddy does things to mommy even when she says no

This is okay, Because he loves her

Right 

Question?

You taught me that its okay to beat the one you "love" 

To degrade the one you "love" 

I learned from you daddy, that because he says he loves me

I should be happy 

Put up with the bruises and the words of pure hatred

That's what mommy does, does that mean that's what you want

For me

Is is okay I have bruises on my hips and wrist 

Bruises add charater to my body 

Make me uglier than he already tells me

Pregnancy scare before I was 15

"No condom" He said "You love me, remeber?"

Suicidal thoughts freshman year

You split on and off while I was growing up 

You guys laughed together

Tore each other apart more

Never apreaciated each other

This is not love

I will break the cycle, of men abusing me

I will not be manipulated into hating myself so he will love

Me

You taught me that is you say sorry, all is better

Until it happens again

Repeat

That is not love 

I am learning

What love is

Let me teach you daddy so youll stop abusing your girlfriend

Let me teach you mommy, while your up in heaven

Where you went wrong

Love is the way he looks at me while I ride in his car

Love is the waythe butterflies creep into my belly and mind

When he kisses me

Love is knowing he would never hit my out of anger, not would I

Daddy, love is when I say no, and he respects my words

No forcing 

He respects me 

Love is trust 

Trust him not to hurt me 

Love is singing together when neither of us can

Love is when we take each other into consideration

When the kindness and positivity doesnt end every day in tears

With PTSP, and memories that will fuck your mind over and over 

Again 

For the rest of your life

When the thought of them kills you

That is love

The thought of you harming them, tears you apart

Makes you wanna puke

Love is a special feeling

Followed by special actions

By special people