Loving him is a death sentence.
If I go with him I will die.
But he has never been truly loved before,
So love him I will try.
Loving him is a death sentence.
His hands feel like death row,
and I've loved him far too long,
To let this feeling go.
Loving him is a death sentence,
And I will ride it out.
i will continue to love him,
After he puts me six feet in the ground.
Last Few Words: i wrote many poems when i was trapped in an abusive relationship. i escaped my abuser about a year ago and i am not looking through my old poems. i was groomed into believing he loved me, though he physically, mentally and sexually abused me every day. i am sharing these powerful poems i wrote not to encourage abuse but to warn people that some things aren't as they seem. every day i will post another one. this is helping with my closure., thanks for reading.
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What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
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Comments
dear Scooby,
in these lines:
Loving him is a death sentence,
And I will ride it out. (and I will see it through)
i will continue to love him,
After he puts me six feet in the ground. (although his love is a fatal brew)
this adds rhythm and rhyme to your poem and makes it smother without changing the meaning. this is just a suggestion and you can use it or not, as you see fit.
*hugs, Cat