This is a particular favorite of mine from last semester's poetry class.
It's Okay, He Loves Me
From across the room he stares at me until I catch him
I blush, he smirks
He likes me
His words to me were so sweet
Even the bees hung on his every word like it was nectar
Maybe he loves me
We kiss as if it was the only thing keeping us alive
He loves me
I argue with him and he yells at me
It's fine, he loves me
He grabs my arms when I turn my back on him
He digs his fingers into my flesh
Don't worry, he loves me
His temper flares and he slaps my face
He loves me
I try to flee but he pulls me back
He throws me to the ground
He gets on top of me and puts his hands on my throat
My lungs catch fire
It's okay, he loves me
Written by: Katherine Nelson
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