“It’s funny you’re the broken one, but I’m the only one who needed saving.”

savior

he was her tormentor,
and he was her protector.
he trapped her in abuse,
made the bottle his excuse.

and they’d all say,
“Why do you stay?”
and they’d all say,
“Just walk away.”

she never loved him; couldn’t leave,
entangled in the webs he’d weave;
she heard his lies, tried to believe,
and hid his handprints with her sleeve.
she tried her best to be his savior
while praying for someone to save her.

“I need you to be my rock,” he said,
“I need to know you’re there.”
He put his hands around her neck
and flung her through the air.

“Get on your knees and beg,” he said.
He knew that she was scared.
“I’ll love you ’til you’re dead,” he said.
She thought, “This isn’t fair.”

He found her close to death one day,
barely breathing still.
he used his gifts to make her stay;
she knew this love would kill.

he trapped her, locked her in a tomb,
tried to plant his seed inside her womb;
“You’ll never leave, I know,” he said.
“And I will love you til you’re dead.”

she never loved him; couldn’t leave,
entangled in the webs he’d weave.
she’d ask herself, “Why do I stay?”
she’d tell herself, “Just walk away.”
she tried so hard to be his savior
while praying for someone to save her.

but she was too addicted;
she just needed to fix him.
she gave up her life, her sanity
for hope in his humanity.

she glorified him, blamed his problem,
diagnosed him, vowed to cure him —
until she saw he was the problem
and she had no control.

she never loved him; it came time to leave.
she’d forgotten how it felt to breathe,
and when she took that first step forward,
she saw her prison term was over;
she’d always had the key.

#ibetyouthinkthispoemisaboutyou

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3 thoughts on ““It’s funny you’re the broken one, but I’m the only one who needed saving.”

  1. Reblogged this on Picking up the Pieces and commented:
    This post is a poem written by a fellow survivor of domestic violence, re-posted with her permission, of course. (As if she could stop me? Ha, I’d like to see her try!) Just another reminder that there is no “generic” cross-section when analyzing DV survivors, and none of us experience or work through our emotions and aftermath in the same way. Also, we are NOT a statistic. We are human beings who have been violated in the most personal way possible, and we have come here to share our lives and experiences with you to raise awareness on just how deep-rooted into society abuse has become. You may not agree with our opinions or the routes we have taken, but respect the progress and the discomfort we can feel when sharing things that are so private in full view of the world. we only desire to gain peace and clarity and to help others along the way.

    Enjoy!

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