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Unforgiving

You think you know him But you refuse to see The artful way he abuses me He captivates my mind He traps my soul He pins my arms to my side When I tell him just to go He uses knife like words To slice me with his tongue His eyes are like daggers Causing me to come undone Harsh fingers press against my face Proving im a Doll To play with as he choses Or throw against the wall He taunts with cruel intentions To make my heart bleed Playing Devils advocate Once I cry myself to sleep Soft and bitter sweet In an instant he turns to stone A heart as cold as ice Mean down to the bone But you refuse to see You glance the other way And listen to his words You join in his game Each word he says is now a jest Each look is a mistake And when he grips painfully He just meant to play Close your eyes to his work It really is an art But no matter how you spin it Inside he is an abusive jerk

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Justin Bordner

Date: 11/9/2012 7:24:00 PM

Abuse, it is an instrument that we can play against ourselves, or towards others vulnerabilities - strengths can be developed by being exposed to mistreatment - sometimes being abused makes me feel more alive, not in a self pitying way but by making my heart pine for inventive solutions - perhaps the most nasty form of abuse is the tactic of malvolently manipulating one's sense of hope only to smother it with a feeling of futility - you make this abuse sound charming, almost sexy -

Justin Bordner
Date: 11/9/2012 7:27:00 PM

you demonstrate dignity by writing so eloquently about the difficulty of managing abuse Jay - I like the line, ' harsh fingers press against my face proving im a doll...' riveting expression - J.A.B. %

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 11/6/2012 5:28:00 PM

I will join this parade as well, also coming from an abusive home. I have written a poem called "Weapons of Mass Destruction" that really parallels what has been written here. It is not in my Soup Collection it is part of the book I am finishing which deals with recovery from abuse. I think it is intresting how all of us wounded birds find each other. Perhaps we can aid each other to fly. Well written depiction of a very difficult Experiances. This took a lot of courage.