Poems about domesticabuse

Want to play a game?

Want to play a game?
Ok, when do we start?
We already have.
What are the rules?
Those are mine, at a whim they will change.
How do you win?
You don't.
What is the purpose?
My amusement.
I don't want to play.
Too late.
Enough I am not playing with you.
You have no choice.
I can leave.
No you can't
Watch me.
You are still here.
I don't like this it's pointless.
There is a point to everything.
Then what is the point to this?
To break you.
I am done!

by wcl
Glances, questions...

Awkward silence.
Time passes   as distance deepens.
Words spoken,
Sharp as daggers,
Cleave the air.
Secrets betrayed   and trust shattered.
Run or stay?
Brick by brick,
Walls grow and envelope
Then they blot out the sky.
Winding pathways   leading you astray,
Bones unseen beneath.
Trampled and   awaiting discovery.
Voices echo as ghosts   peer around corners.
Miles of confusion
Chaos eclipsing common sense.
Every stone a loss of self.
Beloved friends and family   lost in battle.
Until only memories remain.
The lost souls   haunting the present.
Shadows grow stronger,
As reality fades.
Flights of fancy
Free the enslaved.
Until only the body remains.
Shame, regret, anger
Then finally pain
Complete the descent.
A door opens...
A light glimmers.
The flame is extinguished.
The door closes   as the key turns,
Silence echoes   as space shrinks.
One by one they say goodbye,
Silent screams   as reality strikes.
Darkness unfolding,
Promises of relief.
Caught in the middle,
Torn between light and dark.
Seeking anonymity.
A hand beckons,
Fear paralyzing
Voices echoing a warning   too late.
A few steps then falling.
The ground gone,
Fog above and black below.
Frantically searching   for a foothold,
Only finding walls of glass.
Faces peering in.
Air pulling in all directions.
Winds cycling until   a tornado of chaos.
Dazed and disoriented,
Fact and fiction   indistinguishable.
Lines curving   until patterns are obscured.
Time spinning   faster and faster
Then lost as it is   suspended...
A hand appears in the fog.
Defying fear and gravity...
You grasp it tightly.
Not knowing where you go   or who is leading.
Blindly following.
Heart racing,   breaths coming short
Knowing this   your final chance.
A gamble of good vs. evil.
Life and death.
I close my eyes and leap.

by kailima
You think you're weak. I think you're strong

You think you're weak. I think you're strong
You wonder how you stuck around this long
Every day seems worse than the day before
Not sure you will be able to take this anymore
you have been together forever; but that's not a reason to stay
It's not your fault he treats you this way
You have a choice to get up and leave
to take a stand for what you believe
To replace those bad memories, with something new
To be with someone who truly loves you
I know it's hard and that you are afraid
Don't focus on the past and the mistakes that you have made
Use your strength and open your eyes
and you will see some light through those stormy skies
For every insult and every bruise, you ever took
For every demeaning and disrespectful look
For every friend he made you lose
and every time he made you choose
For every sleepless night
for every single horrible fight
For every smile he turned into a frown
For every time you cringed when he was around
For all these things, use this as your strength to leave
You are so much better than this, you just have to believe
Know you are beautiful, that you are strong
Know that this is not where you belong
Know that you can have such a beautiful life, and be loved deeply and true
You just have to find the strength I know you have deep inside of you.
And if you feel you can't do this on your own and you need a little help
Know that I was standing right beside you this whole time, and you don't have to do this by yourself.

by Guest
The Elusive Dove

I once did crave your affection and love
I'd search the house all about
Endurance wrought pride, as I slowly died
It was elusive: an invisible dove.
I once did crave you warmth and compassion
I'd search the house all about
Endurance wrought pride, as I slowly died
Was broken, alone, yet stout.
I once did crave your assurance and comfort
I'd search the house all about
Endurance wrought pride, as I slowly died
My heart did fray with doubt.
Yes, I once did crave your affection and love
Though I searched the house all about
Inside I cried, as I slowly died
Never found that elusive old dove.

by Me1issa
Web of Lies

A spider sits in her web of lies
As her guilty conscience weighs it down like decaying bodies
Forcing her to bind her victims tight with feigned companionship
So that her flies struggle against the threads constricting them
But cannot escape from the razor-blade string
Before she descends upon them with fangs of betrayal
This spider poisons those flies caught in her web
With toxic contempt and rejection
So she can feast on their dying hopes and dreams
While they writhe in confusion and shock and sorrow
Until she severs their sanity from them
And leaves them to hang from her web of lies

by Nighter
Well, he says he loves me

He says he loves me.
I'm not so sure.
He says he loves me.
I don't agree.
He says he loves me,
is that how he really feels about me?
He says he loves me.
Sometimes he doesn't act like it.
He says he loves me.
Then why the mindgames?
He says he loves me,
but is his love all trapped in his mind?
He says he loves me.
I know I love him.
He says he loves me.
I wish I could be sure.
He says he loves me,
but I need for him to actually love me.

by weepingwillow

I am playing, again,
someone else's game.
No rulebook, no knowledge,
unsure if
the rules are changing.
You claim to have returned
with the intentions
of receiving your revenge.
So sure you'll succeed.
So sure I'll fall.
Not knowing what stops you.
A regard for me?
I doubt it.
For her?
You negate.
I am left behind,
and wondering,
is this your revenge?
New games with my mind
already so fragile.
You know it so well.
Well enough to convince me
to play along.
I wouldn't.
Lost and confused
and left to wonder.
I shared so much.
Trusted too much.
Accidental revenge.
I wonder if there is such a thing.

by weepingwillow

In the silence of despair,
My tongue lies
Thick and useless,
And the words
I uttered,
Still ring inside
My ears.
In the silence of despair,
My feet feel heavy,
limbs feel leaden,
Smiles, embraces
Meant for you
Die slowly
From exposure
To your wrath
And your disdain.
In the silence of despair,
My spirit wings take flight.

by SunsetHopewell7

Hands on my face,
Hands on my face,
Bruising and bashing and breaking my face,
Banishing me to a cold, lonely, place.
Hands in my hair,
Hands in my hair,
Ripping and pulling and tearing my hair,
Sending me into the deepest despair.
Hands around my neck,
Hands around my neck,
Squeezing, compressing, and gripping my neck,
Violet fingerprints left when I'd check.
Hands on my heart,
Hands on my heart,
Stinging and burning and shattering my heart,
Hands I so happened to love from the start.

by bella404

i'm sorry i ran into your door
don't know why you always gotta be slammin' 'em
to say that it don't hurt me
is a lesson in banana-ism
maybe you just can't see
my boundaries when they're non-physically
communicated to you
cuz no matter what i do
i only see regrets repeated
i never feel like my boundaries are heeded
i don't like the angry roll
throwing cups and smashing skulls
into the wall of my childhood home
where physical fights were often the norm
and i would hide and shut it out
the other choice is to have a bout
so when i tell you that anger scares me
yells and slamming and hurtful words
why when it scares me does it seems ok
for you to push my boundaries this way
over and over it happens it seems
i've brought it up, when we talked you said
    hmm, "that's interesting" 
but maybe it's my bad for letting it keep 
i should stand my ground
but it affects me anyway
i should calmly explain and detach from the fight
and ignore you when you say I'm just running away
i'll keep my truth 
i know that it's wrong
to cause harm with words or actions
and not say sorry, or i feel you 
i'm sorry for not leaving
the moment you kicked me out
for responding to your yells
for turning myself about
i don't like that it's justified
that i ran into a door
in your mind
yes i knew you were gonna slam it
as you got in one last scathing word
just have to always always have it
but a door in a room
doesn't move by itself
you were there you were slamming
i didn't fight with myself
you violate my boundaries
and i'm sorry that i let you
i guess i thought it normal
for someone who just pretends to love you
maybe that sounds harsh
i don't mean you judge you as fake
but if you never seek to understand me
what kind of relationship recipe does that make?
a conversation about an issue
involves both our feelings and our minds
empathy is borne in the the head
in the heart is where the feelings reside
when you share your heart 
and your feelings, regrets
you don't use your head
you don't have no doubts
the mind builds a bridge
the heart paints it with color
building means thinking
from other perspectives, and dreaming
of how to connect 
with the one that you love
how to take down the walls
and let the truth rise above
boundaries should be re-assessed
and angry words should be used less
i'm sorry when I push your boundaries
i want so much to have no walls, no mess
i hate when you show you anger
with actions
i guess you like your boundaries
and how it affects me is just a 

by Tokala
Red flags are pretty

I should have known
from that one time...
where you kicked me out
said I'm not welcome
then slammed the door
three times
but the deadbolt was out
and you cracked that poor door's spine
and i thought
"what about mine"?
but i left...
and i cried
and i wrote giant paragraphs of text
and you wrote giant paragraphs of text
and we decided
i should come back...
and later, when we talked about it
how the door doesn't close
the half busted lock-- it remembers and it knows...
but you forgot (or denied)
that it ever even happened
you refused to believe
that the crack was new
and came about of your
mad design
that you called me by name
when you kicked me out
and that should have been
a sign
i should have known...
when you woke me up
at 3am
and yelled and screamed
and made me sleep
in my bed
how your sister said your mom
did the same thing
to your nephew next door...
and his bond to her
grew stronger and she became his floor...
i should have known...
when you said
"I need to make sure
you have your own bed"
and that it can't be put away
it should be ready every day
because "I'm an anrgy person"
you would always say...
so I get to deal with it
if I leave then you'll feel it...
I should have known...
when you attacked me
then ran from me...
then said that I shamed you
when I told you...
"I'm going to sleep in the car
you can have the tent"
as blood leaked from my
and then the next day...
you worried what I would do and say...
would I leave you? would I
"hold this over you"?
would people think you a monster?
but what about me?
do you consider that with your decry?
i spent all my energy
supporting you
lifting you up
making you feel better
about what you did
to me
saying it would be fine
saying I won't re-live that crime in my mind
i won't want to drink more wine to feel just a little more sublime
that it'll be better if we only give it some time
my feelings and outbursts could shame you so I'll make sure they stay JUST mine...
and on my misery and loneliness
i began to dine...
chew it
shove it down in my gut
let it permeate my body
and even my butt
i should have known....
not to get into bed with you
not to move into a home with you
that one night when we fought
in the street
about RFID chips and
and I apologized ...
because megan said I was broken
and i thought so too
only I didn't know she knew
just what strings to pull
to make me feel like I'm the monster
when she's dating her future husband
and in the same rhyme
saying "I love you, come out here, we'll have a good time....
forget that back burner thing, it'll be just fine
i'm moving to be with you
and there aren't any hidden designs
in my mind"
i should have known...
and i did.
i did the whole time.
but even i know i'm broken...
can't trust myself--
hell i can barely even rhyme
i felt rejected dejected miserable and imperfected
i know now this illusory world of "my problems" is too often just her own issues projected
and my gullibility is reflected
when part of me knows what's up and then my anger is inflected
red flags
look prettier
so next time
i can promise me
i won't

by Tokala
Letting go

My love language is 
Quality time
And we had some
Quality rhymes
Some explosive crimes
Sharing our
Agitated minds
And we packed
A whole lifetime
Into that month
Love, smiles and 
Your soothing 
It felt like forever
I loved to just linger 
It didn't take long
For me to realize...
That the 2nd floor balcony
Is much
Too low
To live up to 
Ideative standards
Suicidal parameters
Because doing a job
Half assed
Is no way to live
(Even if it's how I live)
And not a good way to try 
To die
Maybe better
To kill us instead
The two headed monster
We made out of fiery love 
And the smoke of our kindled fears
Until it burned away, leaving only dread
Maybe killing us
Saved you and me
Let our spirits roam free
And consequently
I feel,
I dream,
I'm Distracted from my avoidant distractions
I'm Drawn to these odd refractions
Broken glass and twisted mirrors; 
I'm finding they lie shattered
in the past
and when relax my grip
when i start to let go
my fingers finally bleed
i see myself looking forward
and see it's healing my soul

by Tokala