Jealous lover

He prefers to have me all to himself

Holed up

Locked away

Not even my family is ok.

I wonder how they survive?

The people who never get out?

How do I live with a bastard like this all the time?

You literally rob the air of it’s oxygen

The deny me breath

You deny me basic hygiene

You starve me

You diminish and degrade me

Constant Emotional abuse

My ribs feel like prison,

My heart and lungs the prisoners

I can’t breathe…

Thank God this isn’t paper

For it would betray the assault on my eyes

Sunny winter afternoon yet you show me fog,

It’s foggy, clouded.

I despise your very existence

Domestic abuse it is

I don’t know how to get out

It’s not that I love you

And I don’t think I can “fix you”

I’m not scared either

I’m just stuck,


At least I get to sneak out,

But I feel utterly distraught for those who haven’t been able to,

Some for years.

For you are the absolute worst kind of lover.

Published by Faith

I am human patiently accepting myself. I am unapologetic about being wild, and untamed. I am always open to new things and I only accept good vibe and positive energies. I love people and life and the world is my playground. I love children, animals and elderly people. I write to express and understand my thoughts, feeling and behaviors. It's self therapy and a visualization tool. I am a selfish loner at times a very sensitive INTJ. I am an aspiring psychological disorders and consumer behavior researcher and practitioner, living with Bipolar 1.

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