Abusive Kind Of Love

• Nares Surubeng, Grade 8
• Short Story
• 2020

You tell me that you love me, then you slap me on the ground.
You said until death do we apart, your words now are so profound.
You have pulled my hair, slapped my face, have the best clothing of me.
While I stand in wonder of what you are doing, in my heart, I'm in love you see.

I would not want you as my friend, would not out of my way to make that friend of you
Even in this toxic love you claimed we had, in my heart I'm still in love with you. Love, forgive me
My sister told me a soulmate is not the person who makes you the happiest but the one who
Makes you feel the most, who conduct your heart

To bang the loudest, who can drag you giggling with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in
It has always been you. You are the first person I was a afraid to sleep next to,
not because of the fear you would leave in the night but because I did not want to wake up
On gracefully, in the morning I crawled over, your lumbering chest to wash my face and
Pinch my cheeks and lay myself out like a still life. Beside you, your new girlfriend is pretty,
like the cover of a cookbook I have said. Her name into the empty belly of my apartment. Forgive me

When I feel myself out of love with you, I turn the record of your laughter over
Reposition the needle, I dust the dirty living room of your affection. I have imagined our children. Forgive me.