HOPE's POV
I am so relieved that Kit is coming to get me.
Nik snatches the phone from my hand,
He says,
"Who was it? Where you complaining doll?
It was a mistake. I am so sorry.
I love you baby."
Yes! a week of bashing,
Dragging me around forcefully,
Like I am, some toy,
Kicking my guts enough,
For the countless pukes
Of undigested scarce food
And love I felt for him.
And all of this was a mistake.
Not the weak me now,
But the strong lil girl inside,
Stared at him and said,
"Yes! It was a mistake,
I am leaving.
I loved you,
But you hurt me.
I loved just the man,
I thought you were.
But from every painful part of my body,
I hate who you actually are."
Nik looked into my eyes with fire from his eyes of fury.
He then said,
"Sweetheart! You ain't going anywhere.
You are mine."
My skull hit hard with some rod, I suppose
All I understood was metal clinking and breaking things in my skull.
The pain reverberated through echoes,
In my sullen grey matter.
I couldn't understand a thing but a
Taste of blood and pain compounding,
Blurs and hazes with voices of my pasts.
And when,
My lights began to dim,
I saw him back,
He couldn't believe,
What he had done.
And was pleading me,
Not to die.
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My hope is ending in a day or two. I hope you guys liked this poetic series. :)
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...