They tell me to leave,
But they haven’t seen your eyes when you say you’re sorry.
They haven’t seen how happy we are.
Your kisses on my forehead are so much softer than your words,
And baby I know you don’t mean them.
Actions can speak louder than words,
But we all make mistakes…
And maybe mine is staying.
I am convinced this is what love looks like;
I’m convinced you are the poster child of every dream I’ve wanted.
I didn’t know it meant hurting like this.
There’s a bumblebee nest that hangs above your house—
buzzing alive with yellow striped workers.
They climb the drooping flowers and take their gold,
making sweet smells from their hive.
I have loved their home for their honey,
but have neglected the sting.
I was once stronger than this-
told myself I’d never take it.
But going weak in the knees
Is bruising my back.
My spine has lost its strength;
My heart strings have been strained.
And though I can’t walk out the door,
I need to run to the world beyond it.
You never think of love as being unhealthy,
But I’m looking for a cure.
I need to become my own again.
Battered Woman Syndrome