How I Am Being Abused and I Love It

So I stopped by poetry’s house yesterday
He wasn’t home
I wanted to whine and groan
But as I arrived back at my writing lair
There he was, grinning
He’s now made it clear
That I do not visit him
He stands me up and then takes me out for dinner
I have a confession
I am in an abusive relationship
With poetry

He interrupts me during every situation

Has forbidden my interactions with anything but him

Declaring he owns me

That I would be nothing without him

He attacks me when I least expect it

Stings my form with his potent arms

Strangles me in his rhymes and similes

Slaps me with his concealed themes and purpose

He clenches my wrists and forces me to grip a pen and give him more and more

He makes me sate his desires to conquer me and my life

I’ve been attempting to escape him

I’ve had affairs with playwriting and prose

And poetry knows.

He smacks me with that disillusioned expression

Scolds me for being unfaithful to him

And I feel like the rotten lover

He then smothers me in his delicate arms

Kisses away my tears

And then effortlessly irons out my fears

Then suddenly demands me to dive out of our cozy bed

And wander through the frosted corridors that inject my veins with ice

To provide him with another serving of paper

Because he’s hungry

And it’s my job to satisfy him

I’ve been looking for battered poet shelters

None are listed.

He’s turned off the internet

Imprisoning me within the pages of a notebook

“I will liberate myself from your tendrils”,

I stammer

He laughs

I don’t blame him

He owns me—he is me

And I cannot halt my love for him

I am hypnotized by

His elegant fine lines

His defined voice

How he whisks me into a better existence

He makes me feel like a poet

And when he whips me with drama and agony

Punches me with passion and lust

It only makes me adore him more

So here I am again

Deeply kissing his alliteration

Tangled in his fiction and shattered promises

Drenched in him

Commanded by his stare

Helpless

Abused

Yet happier than I ever was before he wandered into my life.