Nursing wounds

I Love her like clinched fist to closed eye...

Because the thought of her absence leaves me so deep in misery, that it easily outweighs the swelling left behind as a result of our current interaction.

Though I would be viewed as the recipient of the bruises I somehow in the end feel apologetic enough for my actions,

That I need to be close to her absence of heat for roughly one hour.

A sentence we both serve throughout our day in 15 minute fragments.

Because the moments we spend away from one another, we are both missing something that makes us complete.

Working my way back until the time I can press her face against mine comfortably.

Because after the swelling goes down warm compresses are believed to relieve the pain.

So I look forward to holding her closely pressing her warmth against mine until we can get the pain to cease.

I love her like clinched fist to bruised ribs...

Cause my pain is hid and nobody can see how badly her presence is actually hurting me.

Praying that they are bruised and not broken so I rub my hand down my side occasionally.

Ignoring the obvious and still smiling through the injury.

I just... have to... avoid... breathing in, too deeply,

So I choose to take shorter breaths because I would rather lose air than my reason for breathing.

Hoping that eventually it will heal and we can get back to the way things used to be.

See I was addicted to familiarity though it hurt it was simply what I was used to.

Not to be confused with something that someone could easily get used to.

But I felt safe knowing that I knew what to expect.

Like hard work for two weeks followed by a pay check.

diminished by Rent, lights, insurance, and hopefully just enough gas money to get you through to the next.

I love Her like clinched fist to tear stained cheek.

Because my refusal to turn away from you is actually whats hurting me.

But I refuse to give up the other cheek. 

Just like I refuse to give up on the one who's hurting me.

Because before too long you will realize that we have more in common than you can believe.

I choose to realize in advance our connection is because of our contacts that you are tear stained just as much as me.

After your adrenaline dies down you will see that you actually do hurt just as much as me.

So now I am hoping that we can talk to one another and find that part in each other that brought us together in the first place.

Like Ice wrapped in clean cloths press one another for fifteen minutes three or four times a day.

So we can follow up with warm compresses because they have been said to make the pain go away. 

I am just hoping that it does so on both ends so that Love and honesty can surround us and constrict us like blood vessels.

I can now admit the way our relationship treated us was cold but cold became our treatment.

Now that our swelling has gone down lets not forget Love and Honesty and understand that though there is no swelling present that we still need it.

Because when we were both injured Love and Honesty was the Ice wrapped in Clean cloths that became our treatment.

Author's Note

I would like to say I would be nothing without the Great people who introduced me to spoken word Monica Daye, Tim Jackson, Church Da Poet, Dasan Ahanu, Kemet Jacobs, Ashely Bagley. If you like my work look them up via youtube or whatever pathway you see fit shout out to The larcenist magazine

Reviews

[KLMazon]

I think putting the "I loved her like" in italics would add a bit more punch to an already raw, emotional piece. Also, the word choice you wanted is "clenched", not "clinched". I think some of the sentences could be combine, such as one beginning with the words "Like" and "Because". This may improve flow, but there are a lot of writers and poets that disregard that for the sake of style, so this is merely a preference. There are a few sentences that end in comma and the next sentence is capitalized as if starting a new one. That is a bit jarring as I read. I like the imagery you used and propping with the cold, ice, and cloth. It also reminds me of the body shrouds they used to use on cold, dead bodies which is a fitting metaphor for how one feels in an abusive environment. You create the senses of inner turmoil, indecisiveness, and helplessness without being direct. I love that! You have talent for emotional, raw pieces. I hope this isn't a personal experience *winces* If not, you have an uncanny ability to step into the mind of someone else, I can attest to that from my own experiences and how your work resonated with me. What struck me especially was the "knowing what to expect" mindset and how bad things can often become the routine of one's life. A lot of victims experience this. I thank you for sharing your work and hope you will continue to craft more on here.

[Blank_fortunes]

Thank you for taking out the time to review this and I would enjoy hearing your thoughts on others that I have on here at your leisure. I do warn that I am one of those who writes how they talk. Not to blame it on it being a performance piece but most of mine are. I definitely will continue to write more I actually got on here now looking for a contest so I can make one up.

[KLMazon]

Oh, well, I'm not real familiar with performance pieces in written form, but I can take a look.

[lovejulez03]

My goodness, my friend... I read that very slowly..went back over a few parts and read it again. This sunk into me like rain sinks into the ground.. I had to let it soak in and marinade and it was definitely worth it.

"But I felt safe knowing that I knew what to expect.

Like hard work for two weeks followed by a pay check.

diminished by Rent, lights, insurance, and hopefully just enough gas money to get you through to the next." - my favorite part. I think. So many to choose from. I'm overly excited to read great work after being away from quite a while. As always, you write beautifully and your words are always inspiring. Talent - thank you for sharing!

[Blank_fortunes]

Thank you... really I guess just in time I was actually starting to think was wasting space on here I saw my views going up but I wasn't sure if people were feeling them or not. and I try not to request people to read them cause thats a weird pressure but Thank you and I am glad that you can relate.

[Blank_fortunes]

We Miss you Julez