Violent Words

His words are heartbreaking
but that he cannot see.
The horrible things he says
cut to the very core of me.
Deep down I would rather him be violent
and use his fists on me.
Even though the marks are visible
the scars don't cut as deeply.

Poem 17

Why do I even bother?
Some things will never change.
You always act like you love me
then proceed to call me names.
I worship the ground you walk on.
I'm yours, and yours alone.
But still you treat me badly.

Sometimes I think we are just friends
But friends don't treat friends this crappy.
You're always hurting me
and grabbing me.
Don't you know this hurts?
To give someone your heart
and have them stomp on it is the worst pain by far.