I thought it was love when his jealosy would create, a slap across the face, and his cold eyes that would penetrate. I thought it was love when he told me what I couldn;t do, and all the accusations I daily would go through, I thought it was his love when he yanked the phone right from the wall cause he said if he was there then nobody else needed to call. I thought it was love when he took my money and lied, or the way he'd soothe a bruise or say sorry for the black eye. I thought it was love when he'd write me letters with MANY THINGS i'D NEVER HEARD, i THOUGHT IT WAS LOVE , THE FIRST BEATING, THEN THE SECOND AND THE THIRD.. what I saw as love was what I had learned as a a kid watching all the abuse What I thought was love was actually me walking in my mamas shoes. this poem written for anyone who can benefit from it,, I've been writting since the age of 8 and I write all subjects so if anyone wants a poem please contact me,,thank you Donna

It is very sad indeed when we learn as a child from watching others and we grow up with that baggage to handle.

It isn't always positive, nor is it always negative.

Love does not mean abuse from anyone in anyway, shape or form. No one should have to accept abuse and they should feel free to walk away from it.

Hope you keep on channeling your writing. It sounds like it is good therapy for you.

All of my best to you.

I thought it was love when his jealosy would create, a slap across the face, and his cold eyes that would penetrate. I thought it was love when he told me what I couldn;t do, and all the accusations I daily would go through, I thought it was his love when he yanked the phone right from the wall cause he said if he was there then nobody else needed to call. I thought it was love when he took my money and lied, or the way he'd soothe a bruise or say sorry for the black eye. I thought it was love when he'd write me letters with MANY THINGS i'D NEVER HEARD, i THOUGHT IT WAS LOVE , THE FIRST BEATING, THEN THE SECOND AND THE THIRD.. what I saw as love was what I had learned as a a kid watching all the abuse What I thought was love was actually me walking in my mamas shoes. this poem written for anyone who can benefit from it,, I've been writting since the age of 8 and I write all subjects so if anyone wants a poem please contact me,,thank you Donna


i love that poem....
i feel that i need to talk to my man about some things when he calls.

thank you, I love it when my poetry can actually benefit someone. I have been writting poetry for a long time. All my poems are from my own experiences. For me it really hits home this poem, I have not seen, heard from or anything atall from the man that I love soooo much. My man is in Avenal prison, the da has a restraining order, so basically the day in court was the last time I seen him, it has been very difficult for me and my daughter, we love him soooo much, and he has nooo clue where we are, what we have gone through and if I still love him, He went to prison without any evidence, yeah prior history but we had com a long way, Pictures of me showed nothing, cops came in my home uninvited and took me to see the judge to make sure I'd be a witness but the cops took two letters my man had wrote me that were on the t.v. and the d.a. used them against him since there was a restraining order already in effect, I live my life every day torn inside, he is my everything I love him soooo much, this poem I will write next is about how I feel. I will make one for you after this one, hey stay true, stay strong, stay down. Donna

aww im sorry u are going through that...you are a nice person.
thank you...
yes and about my man..he could not call...i dont know when he will be able too...:( .i reallywant him to know that he can be the way i want him to be...and he dont have to worry about the hurt and pain because our love is stronger than that and anything else.:)

I hear ya. I thought so too. I'm learning different now. Thank God:o .