This piece touches on the women behind the heartache. And how she maintains for only a moment before breaking.
If only people could see the life I live
If they could see the bruises
That cover a large percentage of my body
If they could see what I thought was love
Then maybe they won't smile so much
Or act so cheerful
No one seems to know the secret I have
The one I wish was a secret to me
I wish I could go some where peaceful
Without pain
No, I am not saying I want to die
Because dying is the easy way out
I just want peace
Is there something wrong with that
Just one night without a broken nose
Or one night without his harsh words Tearing down my self-esteem
See no one wants to believe that I
Someone who seems like she has good sense
A woman with strong educational background
Allow a man to inflict pain and bruises
To my heart and my physical statue
I can't continue to cover every bruise with make-up
Because it hurts too much to face what's real
I've tried to find a logical explanation why I stay
But I keep coming up with nothing
Which tells me plain and clear
Exactly what this relationship is worth
NOTHING
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
powerful, no holds barred, in your face write; no women should have to endure this crap.
well done! :(
((((((((((HUGS))))))))) and much love, your texas friend, karen lynn. >tears <
you pulled no punches with this brutally honest, painful write
powerful and heartbreakingly true
(((HUGS))) and i hope this is fiction
love,
karla. :(