My Bitch
I wrote this because I was bored, its a poem by the way.
My Bitch
I wished I knew how to run away from him, but it was impossible to do when the very person I might love refused to let me go. I done it once, left him for two months but then I got scared and came back because I knew I would be found either way. My lover welcomed me back with opens arms, as soon as I was pulled into a tight imbrace I forgotten about why I left in the first place.
Once inside my love's home he was forced into a wall, punches coming into my stomach like a discharged machine gun. Now I remebered why I left, why I was so afraid to leave him, to make him sad, angry. If my lover hurt, I would hurt more thats how it was with us and each and everytime I regretted making my lover hurt.
First punch, secone punch "You left me." He'd scream, third punch, fourth punch " I give you so much and you abandon me, how much more could you want!" was this the seventh punch, tenth punch? I couldn't remeber, I stopped counting only shame and pain filled my senses. I shouldn't have made him so upset, shouldn't have.
What happen after I don't remeber, it was dark but now I wake up, I'm on a cloud I look down I see a funeral. Who died, I don't know exactly.
I see everyone, my family and friends who I haven't seen in years. Everyone was crying, others tried not to. They bring a casket, each second cause me to feel panic. I know whose in there but I hope its not true.
A revrend is saying words that I can not hear, Who died? Who died? I screach loudly without moving my lips. I stare, sweat beading down my face. They open the casket in it is me, next to it is him, the one I loved who I've always loved. He stared at my face smiling faintly but also crying at the same time.
They close the casket once everyone said their final goodbyes, they bury him in the ground and place the headstone.
Here lies Julian Baker
1985 - 2012
A man who was loved by many but his demons could not stop him from
doing wrong and so it has brought his death.
The last bit was written in red paint, I wrote it, because I killed him and everyone needed to know the truth even though his family refused to know it was true. I knew it, the cops knew it and everyone who read or watch the local news station would know its true. My beloved Julian was abusive, I ran away and made the mistake of coming back.
He forced me into the wall and punched me til I was sure my stomach was damaged, I knew he wouldn't change he never would. I had hoped he would change for me if I left but he didn't and he would never change.
As if punishing me wasn't enough he pulled out a gun and was going to kill me, he said " If I can't have you, you little slut then I'm taking you with me bitch!" He was going to pull the trigger, then I grabbed for the gun we wrestled for it and then the gun went off, Bang.
Just like that, bang, he was dead. Bang, I was free. Bang, bang , I was a murderer. I had killed him, I didn't mean to I loved him but he was going to kill me and I had to do protect myself. The police believed me, so did the judge when his parents sued me and lost. I was allowed to come to the funeral since I still loved him, no one wanted me their and they all believed I was a murderer, but they did nothing to force me to leave.
I capped the marker an put it in my pocket, I left his grave after spitting on it and stomping on the flowers I put on it. I loved him, but I hated him. He hurt me and now he's dead, end of story, I'm going home.
I cant believe he killed me, but the joke was on him, I was in heaven! When I turned around I saw that the cloudy paradise was bare as a waste land, if the ground was clouds. I took the first step then I fell through the clouds. I fell for hours then I hit the hot ground. A creature so hideous and ugly grabbed me by the strands of my hair and whispered in many different hushed voices at the same time " You are my bitch now."