Abused and used

02/04/2021

Abused and used

 

I never realised how much,

In my life,

In many different ways,

I Have been used and abused.

Not by family.

Not by my partner,

But in my past

 All old news.

 

Starting from the age of six,

I was groomed by a 16 Year old girl,

Whilst her mum was on the tricks.

I even remember the towel she used eachtime,

Teaching me cunnilingus licks and flicks.

I was never touched,

Just told where to put my fingers,

Within her private bits.

I had blocked it out for 19 years.

The thought of it now makes me feel violently sick!

 

My first engagement at 17,

Was with a violent girl.

A simple little argument and she flew off the wall.

Pushing me,

Headbutting,

Kicking too.

If I’d have stayed with her,

My life would be through.

 

To then have 12 years of a strangulation relationship.

Emotional,

No physical, 

Yet plenty of mental and verbal abuse!

Beating me when I was down.

Telling me she wished my cancer had killed me,

The first time round.

The only good to come from her,

Are my 3 boys i have live with me,

Running around.

Finally though we’ve divorced.

So that strangle hold no more.

 

Since then,

I’ve had a variation of girlfriends,

Some treated me nice,

Some treated me bad,

Like no limit or end.

But then that’s hidden alcoholism.

Its ruined 3 of my relationships,

The first literarily,

Left me in wheelchair realism.

Spite towards me,

All the time with no reason.

I thought I was deemed forwas life of hell,

Until an angelic force,

Hit me with romantism,

Optimism.

Finally feeling like I’ve been let out of hell,

Out of prison.

As with my new partner the shackles are off.

We both want the same,

And that’s not a lot. 

We just ask that we are there for each other,

Especially if others are not.

We naturally care for each other,

With the caring nature we’ve both got.

Lust,

And everything that comes with it,

Will never gather dust.

Never will it rust.

We’ll be together forever,

We both know is a must.

Before one last thing to mention,

I now bring to the table,

 Trust.

We’ve to have this in each other,

As we already do,

Otherwise we’ll be bust.

That’s the last either of us wants,

So we are truthful and honest.

On to the last,

Being love.

It grows inside us both,

Causing a monstrosity of a blast, 

Not a nasty one,

As our love will everlast! 

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