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You were the normal one…no drinking or drugs.
You accepted me-baggage and all.
That was my first mistake…thinking
I would be acceptable to anyone but me.
The I do's quickly turned to I don't like you this way.
Your words were cushioned by securities of home,
My fears of physical abuse blinded me to your lashings
from a seductive tongue.
I've lived through physical bruises lasting for weeks.
Sexual assaults that bruised body and soul.
Beatings so painful, I prayed for death.
None of these prepared me for the hidden assault
You made me question myself…leaving me a hollow
shell of who I once was.
Your words lovingly caressed my mind until the bruises
left only cranial mush.
I prided myself on never accepting abuse.
But how do you defend against the grenadine words
that stain the mind red with their acidic aftertaste?
I accepted the words because they were safe…
until they weren't…
until I wasn't.
But then, it was far too late.
The realization was devastating,
but not nearly as much as the time
wasted on self-shame.
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