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Never For Nothing

I call it abuse; he called it love.

By Pen PrincessPublished 7 years ago 2 min read
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For everything lost, another one gained.

My prized box set for a black and blue hip.

Sure, he took, but never for nothing.

My first promotion for a cross-shaped scar.

My prized box set for a black and blue hip.

They always told me he was no good.

He got promoted, I got a scar.

They were wrong. He so obviously loved me.

They always told me he was no good.

I lent him two hundred dollars for a black eye.

They’re blind. He so obviously loved me.

He even left a bruise when he held my hand.

Two hundred dollars for a black eye.

You said brainwashed; I called it love.

He left a bruise every time he held my hand.

It was anything but one-sided.

You said brainwashed; I called it love.

Would he give me six stitches if he didn’t care?

It was anything but one-sided.

Nine and half months of bliss.

Would he give me six stitches if he didn’t care?

He loved me so much, he watched my every move.

Nine and a half months of...what?

I got two broken ribs last Christmas.

He loved me so much, he watched my every move.

I gave, he took. But never for nothing.

I got two broken ribs for Christmas.

He got everything else.

I gave, he took. But never for nothing.

I gave him my heart and everything I had.

My job, my money, a blank canvas.

At least I still have the memories.

I gave him everything I had.

Material things: disposable, trivial.

But I will always have the memories;

Nightmares to haunt me well into daylight.

Material things: disposable, trivial.

Unlike shaking hands and sweaty panic;

Nightmares that haunt well into daylight.

At least what I have will never fade.

Shaking hands and sweaty panic.

What he took, will never return.

What he gave me, will never go away.

He stripped of my voice, my dignity.

What he took, will never return.

So much lost, too much gained.

He took my confidence, my control.

At least I’ll always have the pain.

So much lost, too much gained.

He took, but never for nothing.

I will always have this pain.

I call it abuse; he called it love.

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About the Creator

Pen Princess

I am 23 and just exploring what the world has to offer. I write as I go, so hopefully, someone wants to hear about my discoveries.

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