You took my heart – tossed it aside
Wore me down – took me as your bride
Looked down at me with your lofty airs
Sent me into a world of despair
You took my heart – tore it in two
Stomped on it with your oversized shoe
Told me I’m stupid – deserved that shit
Turned me on to drugs – then dared me to quit
You took my heart – threw it away
Tossed it aside – left it to decay
Beat me down both inside and out
About my worthiness left me to doubt
You took my heart – I loved you despite
The hell you put me through every night
You took my heart – I’m taking it back
You took my heart – I’m. Taking. It. Back!
graphic from this site.
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Dedicated to the 48% Alaskan women.
This week’s Trifecta Writing challenge is to write 33-333 words on DECAY.
That’s an anthem worth reading! You did a great job maintaining a defiant tone even when chronicling the crap, which is hard to do.
Thank you for providing the context through your dedication. Those statistics are horrible. This is definitely written from a defiant place beyond despair, and it resonates with hope and strength. I like it.
the rhythm was perfect and the rhyming marvelous (i’m terrible at rhyming, so definite props!) the tone, though describing a hurtful circumstance, let the reader know the end would be one of strength, for these words are strong!
i particularly liked the following lines; i believe them to capture the ‘heart’ of this poem:
“You took my heart – threw it away
Tossed it aside – left it to decay”
Your light shines so brightly.
48% is completely *unacceptable!* Your rage comes through with each syllable, as does your admiration.
48??? Horrible. I feel the anger and the frustration and, yes, that sweet determination.
Very powerful poem and that statistic is truly horrifying.
Like the way this comes back around. Ends up feisty rather than sentimental!
Dude…rotten to the core. I have a friend who experienced mental and physical abuse and she got her “feisty” on with the same attitude you portray at the end. Fantastic!
A wonderfully strong, empowering ending. I wish more stories like this had that ending.
I like that she’s not gonna take it any more. When I was sixteen, I worked with a woman who needed to chant and believe these words. I was shocked at how her husband berated her in front of all of us.
A powerful musing on possession. Great.
Thanks for linking up this week. The statistics there are, indeed, staggering. So sad. I liked your line about how he took her as a bride. The phrase is usually used in a positive sense, but here it’s impossible to miss the idea of possession behind it. Nice job.