You walked into my life on a cold, wet night
With the smell of tobacco and cheap cologne
But it was those eyes
That invited me in
And that kiss
That kiss that would soon be my demise
Your bright, pretty-boy smile
Long ago turned dark
All it’s been for a while –
A terrifying smirk
And oh! How the fear grows in my core
Everytime I sense movement behind the door
Oh, not again, please
My soul can’t handle much more of this
And so here I am again
Right back to the place it all began
And as i hold the beaten flesh on my face
I cry and consider:
How did I get here in the first place?
– Juliet Rivor © November 2017
Doesn’t matter how you got in it. It matters how you get out of an abusive relationship.
Some people think they “deserve” it. YOU DON’T. Domestic violence is no joke.
If found in an abusive relationship, reach out and get help.
Life is too beautiful and too short to be wasting it with someone who doesn’t help you see it.
The only shades on your face should be on your eyelids from your eyeshadow palette.