Grateful

He struck my face with dirty fists

Stained with selfishness and spite 

She stabbed my back with a dull jagged blade

All with a smile on her face

He screamed into my ear

Shit filled delusions of superiority

Wreaking of greed and immaturity

I stumbled over my own bad judgment

Shifted through the thick fog of disappointment

I abused my own temple

Cut deep into the pain

Purged to cope with the rejection

Closed my eyes and prayed for the end 

I grew weary of this dark place 

It's monsters

The way they feed on naive trust

Wear well crafted masks

Prey on bleeding hearts

My impression of love...

Always a motive

Always a paralyzing word

Enjoyment on their faces as they pull the strings

Of us lowly puppets

Twisting and knotting us up

Until we are useless 

Hanging in limbo from our gullibility 

You found me broken

Clinging to the comfort of empty space 

You cut me free 

Carefully untwisted the ropes and knives

Lightly kissed the bruises of my mind

Stared directly at the scars

And called me beautiful

You stationed yourself to my side

And have not moved

You carry my baggage with grace

Your kindness drowns the voices in my head

Your gentleness seals my wounds

Your touch soothes me, where others left me shaken 

Your words comfort me, where others left me feeling small 

You have the nerve to ask me why I love you like I do?

I never even knew what real love felt like until you found me

It had only been spoken

Never shown

Everything I thought love was

You proved wrong

I am forever grateful

Story of Us
Mixed Media on Wood Canvas
Artist: Kate Hart