i used to
love the way you spoke to me
the way your arms graced my shoulders
with your hands around my back
your chest snug
you feel at peace
when somebody loves you
with roses in their hands and simple words spilling
i used to live in words
love when you heard the things i said
it hurts to be sometimes
life in my head
memories i reminisced
but he kissed the thorns on roses
shoving them with hatred
mimicking my voice with abuse
transcending my thoughts to hell in variables i failed to understand
i love you, i said
but love comes too late in the mind of a stubborn man
who etches thoughts like rhymes
holding wrong ideologies
skipping in the center of his ego
where everyone’s wrong but him
i stand at guard with value
holding truth in my being and a kiss far from where i’d be
to forgive a man for abuse which hangs your mind as he calls you crazy
for little words
an opinion
you run in place
either in terror or from it
but a stubborn man stands at his fence
scared to leave or understand it
the eyes of a man who fails to realize
is a man not worth recognizing
a stubborn man