Sweetheart, you’re black and blue
Sweetheart
from the things I’ve done to you
Now your dead arm swings loose
and that bruised eye won’t open
Sweetheart
these things I’ve done to you
An evening among friends, descends
now we’re alone
Sweetheart
now you start, on me again
buttons all pushed, again
You try to stand your ground
but I always shout louder
Sweetheart
surely safer for you to just settle down?
Cower, out in the bedroom
give me space to throw my weight around
Sweetheart
don’t start those waterworks with me
Sweetheart
right from the start
you knew
I’m a passionate man
when it comes to you
Sweetheart
Those knocks
are just acts of love, gone wrong
slightly astray
Sweetheart
a light ‘tap’ on the face, Sweetheart
and you know that I love you
You’re shaking in my arms again
just like when we first met
I can still do that to you?
O, yes I do
but now you’re black and blue
Sweetheart…
[2009]
Thanks for reading.
The Lighthouse 
More common that most people think unfortunately.
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A very troubling truth Peter.
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Thank you for writing and for sharing it 🌷
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Thank you Ellie! It’s a poem I wish I hadn’t felt compelled to write.
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Captures the feelings on all sides very well indeed 🖤
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Thank you 🙂 I remember being shocked when I heard about the reasons why a couple I knew had broken up… then a few days this poem just popped out fully formed. So, my subconscious thanks you too 😉
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Yes, I’ve been there too sadly.
I’m nowhere able to articulate it as well as you did here though 👍🖤
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