Love Poem #27

Disapproval, he wore at my door

Festered over his body

Until I was caught

In between insults and contempt

My kindness wasn’t enough of an escape plan

Trying to understand

Why he didn’t just walk away

Instead trapped me in his shadow

Drove me out in the middle of the overflowing city

Grated every detail of me under the scrutiny of thumbs

His mouth, the perfect box

Cutting me down with every breath

Punished me for being human

Until I wanted a disclaimer

Not for my flaws, but the ruthlessness of his eyes

Disapproval, he wore at my door

Left me teetering on the edge of confusion and tears

Holding the last strands of kindness

Still vibrating from whipping of his tongue

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