Clay

Some input on domestic violence.

I love you, you love me A simple, quaint means I need you, you use me Your love bursts my seams Cotton lies tear the delicate stitches of trust It is time to leave I know, I feel, I must But my reasoning is reduced, grinded to dust Since your familiar words seem so homely and just Every time is a different time With "never again", the same line Every time is a "Oh, I'm fine" With a sudden move towards that line Imagine if love remained a constant Where bonds are not severed in an instant Though I know that is utter nonsense Mere fluctuations in my conscience They ask why I stay As if it’s child’s play I always just say I am made of clay Now I have become a lost cause in their eyes The bruises on my arms, cheek, and thighs Somehow become an elaborate lie I’ll just do what I do best, and revise

Clay is a malleable medium for creation Like me, subject to trust in life's imputations I am lucky to have someone I love contribute to my formation So I will let the flaws mold me simply as part of the coronation Coronation of what, they ask Of myself, I think behind my mask Loving you is not always task In love I still cherish, I bask I don’t see you as my unrelenting captor Nor am I hopelessly caught in your rapture For I also hear your warm, carefree laughter And the way you mimic your favorite actors I know that there is more to you Surely they do not see all that too I know that I can’t keep you from what you do But surely with time, we will become something new ? I love you, you love me A simple, quaint means I need you, you use me Your love bursts my seams

Author's Note

What does the tone come across as?