You used to smile, a glowing halo.
Fun seeking in the warm flow,
of summer evenings and day glow.
I'm not sure when the colours
flipped from neon to noir,
when the glow faded into a singular star
sat in a sky so vast.
Was it when his words turned on you?
Ganging up, blaming you,
making you feel uncomfortable
in your own skin.
Covering up to become a clone of him.
You used to paint such fluffy borders
around everything. Your brushstrokes
would bristle with beauty.
They would paint; big and bold,
or precise and pretty.
I'm not sure when the pictures became gritty.
When the thorns and thistles blew in,
like pity held by the whistling wind.
Was it when he bruised your frame?
Always someplace out of view. So, nobody knew.
Was it the purple and yellow paintings
too awful to view, stains, he rained down on you?
You used to draw pretty pink hearts.
Handwriting playing over the page,
words danced like microscopic ants.
Every dot would be a smile,
every word a synonym for good times.
I don't remember when dancing words became
a scratched scrawl, barking and angry at all,
I don't remember when the hearts fell
like rain from the page, replaced
with only storm clouds and downpour.
Was it when his reign of terror truly began?
Words would froth in a gargled roar
from his soiled slurring lips,
No love to give just those ever-hurtful quips,
dripping like a tap over the beer slops.
You used to be sunlight
on life's darkened streets.
You would show shadows
the door and push them through.
You used to be a force of nature.
Someone that wouldn't accept any hurt.
I don't remember when that sunlight
got lost from the view,
When the skies became increasingly overcast.
Was it when he took what was never his?
When he raised a fist and made a scene,
saying not to resist in a voice that was
almost alien and mean.
When he came home pissed for the 7th time that week,
reeking of some awful perfume.
Rageful. Was it when
he took what was never his?
He stole the last true heart to exist.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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