2013, Abuse, Abusive relationship, An Author's Adventure, Art, Beauty, Bittersweet, Broken hearted, Bruised face, Composer of Words, Love, Love gone wrong, Love Poem, Love Poetry, Poem, Poetry, Relationships, Romance, Roses are red, Sad, True Love, Unhealthy relationships, Violets are blue, Writing
If roses were as red,
As the colour of my bleeding broken heart,
Then maybe one day I could understand how,
She could have thrown away my love,
Like I was some spare part.
If violets were as blue,
As the colour of my bruised face and eye,
Then maybe one day I could understand why,
He says he loves me,
But still beats me up like I’m his bitch to cum by.