Love

Love

By Erica Paulsen



It’s like these days “love” has transformed into “lust,”

“Forever” has transformed into “till I’m bored.”



Losing your phone,

Or deactivating your Facebook,

Is a bigger deal than losing your virginity,

Or being stripped of your innocence.



We hear of abusive households,

But we just sit there.

Sit there thankful it’s not us,

But we aren’t willing to reach our hand out and take in the beaten wife,

Husband,

Teen,

Baby.

How could you look your one and only in the eye and hurt them?

Leave marks on their body,

Just so they can look at them,

Reminded of when you drank that night

And got too aggressive.

But no,

She would never leave you.

You are her daughter’s father,

She loves her daughter.

Her daughter needs a family.



She lies there every night.

Her baby girl in her arms,

She is constantly reminded of when that was her.

Her sister would hold her while she heard the screams,

The begging for him to stop,

But she just lies there,

Hopeless.

Yet still hoping maybe one day,

One day he will love her like he did before.