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This is a story quite unpleasant to read

But a story that so needs to be told

A tale of two lovers, one young and na๏ve

The other one, wiser, more cold

Its starts on a lovely, rain drenched night

When the stars graced the sky with their shine

The geese, for the winter, had just taken flight

And the summer was a thing left behind

Her name is unknown, but not important anyway

And his, well lets just keep it between us

But she’d been neglected and ignored (‘till that day)

In search, of the solution to an unrequited love

So she found him at the park, sitting, all alone

Softened by the twilights velvet haze

He promised her love like she’d never been shown

And warmth, all the rest of her days

So she followed him loyally, all the long year

Through the thick and the thin, and the strained

And he sang to her, lyrics she so longed to hear

Of sweetness and affection, all without shame.

She was too blind to see, that his sugar coated love

Was like candy, unhealthy, and unreal

And so the first time he hit her, she thought nothing of

This new fear she was beginning to feel.

It went on this way for a while and then more

Like a drizzle, that makes rain and then a flood…

And she clung, clung to him, like she never had before

Afraid to lose, even though he thought nothing of spilling her blood

So the pain became worse, and still worse every day

Until she simply couldn’t stand it any longer

She knew she had to get out, she had to run away

the fear in her rising as he grew increasingly stronger.

But when she stepped towards the door, no man in sight

He appeared like death, to reclaim her

And he said, in that voice that gave winged demons flight

“Where’re you going?”, and who could have blamed her?

she stood for a moment, paralyzed with fear,

and then ran to this side, and that

but he was quick and unstoppable, his breath stank of cheap beer

and he gathered his resolve and then spat

she turned to the backdoor, hoping, praying to god

that she could somehow just, get away

but he caught her, with a single step, and she let out a sob

a wail, for this fine she must so unfairly pay

she struggled like a woman insane, kicking, and screaming,

but her screams were as still and silent as glass

as he broke her and bruised her, she felt as though she were dreaming

and felt also as though no time had passed..

and then it was over, he stood and walked satisfactorily, out of the dimly lit room

it was dark, and unfeeling, and frightening

and morosely, She thought…

for the death of her innocence, he had forged a lovely tomb.

So she lay there, on the soft eggshell carpet, of that small bedroom floor

And thought of the man, whom she had once called “the one”

And with this thought in her mind, she whispered, with heartfelt sorrow

“my darling, my darling….what have you done?”

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