a drunk boyfriend

i dont understand it

my mums choice in men.

ever since ian

that fat s**t from the pub

she has changed

my mum is dead

i dont understand

all the warning signs were there.

the excessive drinking, the violent mates.

was my mum so dense

that she could not see what we see so clearly

many would say she was blinded by love

that she somehow found a way to like him

found something to love abut this know body

this nothing?

bullshit!

my mum was blinded by a fist

a fist creasing that wight Vail

hours before they said forever

could she not hear what we were saying

did love block out the voice of reason

no

she was deafened by the consent abuse

language so foul the devil would wince

did his gentle touch

remove all her pain

was his touch some magic silk

builders hands

as rough and scabbed as his heart

did nothing to the skin but left it stained red

but now he is gon,

miles away

we have a chance

a chance to start again

a chance so many would give there lives for

maybe we could be happy

maybe my mum never loved him

maybe she loved the pain, the scars the heartbreak

maybe thats what she been after all along

well if so shes in luck

bill

moor drunk moor violent

its happening all over again

i cant watch this happen

im sorry mum

ur on you're own this time

Author's Note

true story so heh

Reviews

[James Paulin]

I am sorry you wrote this poem. I am glad you wrote this poem. It is sad that you had to write it but you had to write it. My thought is that your mom doesn't care about herself enough and everything depends on that. Keep loving her. Maybe she will see something better in you than she sees in the fist of these friends.

[Serena Clara]

Im sorry if i shouldn't have read that but it made me cry and it was brilliant. love you bro. Three years later and you made it :) xxxxxxxxx

[Manda]

awww this was so sad. i am so sorry bout all this. well done write.