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A Painful Kind of Love by Robyn Shaffer

She waits by the window.
Hoping he’ll come back.
He is all she needs.
She knows this is love. She thinks he loves her.
She is blinded by the truth though, because it would hurt too much if she could really see.
It’s okay though.
She says, “I know he loves me.”

He bought her jewelry and chocolates.
They went to a great movie. She let herself laugh.
See? He DID come back! He loves me…
everything is just perfect. I’m loved…..

Well, he hit her today.
Maybe he just had a bad day at work?
She says it’s okay though.
Because he loves her.

She drank a bit too much today.
She’s kind of tired.
They had another fight last night.
She still loves him.
She is so confused..
Convinced, that this is the only kind of “love” she can have.

He punched her in the stomach today.
She flew back against the wall in pain.
Speechless.
He walked away…left her again.

She says, “He’ll come back. I know he loves me!”

He bought her a card, with pretty flowers on it that said
“I Love You…and “I’m sorry..”
He said he never really meant to hurt her. He loves her!
They kissed. She loves him.

Another fight today. This one… the worst of them all.
He was so mad.

He pulled a knife on her,
held it against her throat.
She froze in fear.
Would this be it??!!
Would she die for “Love” ??!!

He dropped the knife.
He wouldn’t do it.
If he killed her, then he wouldn’t have any power/control
over her anymore.
No, he couldn’t have that.
He left her there on the floor.

I remember. I was 8.I saw her on the floor.
“Are you okay mommy??”

She sat up. I searched her face for answers.
She said, “I thought he loved me…”

I asked her if he would come back.
She said, “Of course…he loves me.”

He came back.
He hurt me too.

I knew though, that this could not be love.

Sometimes we want love or to be loved so much so that
some would give up everything….

All for “Love”………

Biography: My name is Robyn Shaffer, I’m 25, and teach pre-school. My days are filled with not only my wonderful 4 year old, but with the joy of reaching other kids as well, and an excuse to act goofy all day long. I have always enjoyed reading and writing poems. It is like therapy for me as it is for others I think. It’s cool to see how something so small, can seem like something so great and meaningful when you see it in a different way, like in poetry.

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