"YOU & ME IN 1989"
"A DECADE OF CHANGE"
This is a true story as told to me by a friend after a breakup with her abusive ex long ago. This story-prose is dedicated to all persons who live, love, and breakup after years of struggles between a woman & man, or man & man, or woman & woman. The pain bleeds the heart after secrets revealed that ended the relationship in domestic violence of either verbal abuse or physical abuse. Both hurt the heart and sever the soul. The trick is do not sell your soul for love.
YOU & ME IN 1989
A DECADE OF CHANGE
The love we made.
Never had I ever made love
Like the way we made love.
The heart hurts,
The pain after all those years
Of the events of recent contrast.
I never knew of your violent past
Of the file I saw,
The thickness, like a book.
I must have had an angel with me
All those ten years.
The destructive, prejudice, introverted personality
Of your anger exploited into
My body that night
Spring two thousand.
Your lies about your past,
Your lies about your recent marijuana charge,
The lie hurts.
The truth always finds you out.
The lies told,
The stealing of items not purchased
reveal how
You take & take.
You took them from me.
You used me.
You took advantage of me, my credit, my fame.
My credit is ruined.
My inheritance is gone.
I did not get paid back.
You owed me money.
You did not pay it back,
Cause’ you take & take.
The world you create,
Is a summary of your own world.
I do not want to live in your world
Of hatred and anger.
You cannot put me down.
Your family cannot laugh at me again.
You cannot control me,
Ever, again,
The bully of your family.
You are no longer in my life.
I look around
& see you,
But you are empty.
You left me bruised and in pain,
All for your gain
As the cop said you were laughing.
They took you away,
After ten years of holding our marriage together
The curtain fades.
You beat me, so mean,
the marriage of two hearts
in the heat of the night
out of sight now
of the day of vows at St. Ynez Reservation
years ago, now.
somehow you left me.
I left you.
The curtains fade.
Like a thief in the night,
YOU BRUISED ME!
THE END!
"I WENT SO WILLINGLY BY MY FRIEND THE LATE JOHN TRUDELL"
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Vicki Lawana Trusselli
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Comments (5)
Such a revelation for her.
I hope your friend is doing well and I am glad she was able to recognize the bully in her partner and break away from him. Good job Vicki. This is one of your best works.
Oh, how sad, the bullies of life survive for so long. Life and death intertwines, we are lucky when we get enough time to celebrate our lives, obviously your friend did. Your other friend is finally free. Both are free now. Blessed be.
This was so SO heartbreaking! Loved your poem!
In this aching, gripping tale, you choose to find some solace amongst the anguish. This is a badge not a bandage. You find strength in your own resolve amidst a horrific relationship. Kudos to you for your profound honor in the face of bruising pain. You are a shining example of not only a survivor but a thriver. Salute. S.S.