Painful Love

by CierraKailyGirl99

Published November 20, 2010

My heart was racing as i ran for the door.
You grabbed me before i could grab the handle...
You pushed to the floor.
You ripped off your shirt as well as mine.
I slapped your face as i wriggled free.
I ran for the door again.
Your face turned red, now you wanted me dead.
You grabbed me again before i grabbed the handle.
Again on the floor you ripped off all your clothes as well as mine.
You punched my face ten times, i counted.
Then you kissed my lips twice.
You gave more pain than love..
I scratched, you slapped!
Another thud on the floor.
You stood up and grabbed me.
You pulled me off the floor.
You dragged to your bedroom as i screamed and cried.
I remember it was a horror!
You slammed the door, then threw me on the bed.
You climbed on top of me and made love with me.
You touched and grabbed my private places...
You squeezed and grabbed my breasts!
Then grabbed a knife and stabed me twice!
Then gladly never saw you again.
The love we shared was painful love...
A love i wished we never shared

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