weak and over-powered,
his temper, his force.
bruised until she is shaking,
remaining silent.
"im sorry" has no meaning,
each swing is now expected.
every battle seems too familiar,
playing the same game.
taking it all in,
she can't leave, she can't walk away.
the connection is lost.
the passion is gone.
is it fear that makes her stay?
two years as his prisoner.
battered and worn,
never letting go.
because this,
is the only love i know.
- my friends poem from our writing class. - i thought it was beautiful.