This Is Love, Right?
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He pushed me down,
blaming me
for the fall.
Artfully—
he apologized,
with his
ocean-blue eyes.
Jokingly—
he justified,
while wiping away
the tears
from my eyes.
The blood
cleaned up easily
enough—
and so,
I learned
to call this...
love.
—B
March 7, 2025 at 9:29 PM
About This Poem: Gut-wrenching. Poignant. Devastatingly quiet in its delivery. “This Is Love, Right?” is the thesis poem—the one that sits heavy in the chest. It unearths the way abuse gets repackaged as tenderness, and how pain can be manipulated into a twisted version of love. This is haunting, necessary work.
