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Fallen angel

I remember when I met you.
I treasured how I felt.
Crimson covered my cheeks.
The Fall was fast.

Our hands entwined,
My heart in yours.
You carried me up hills
When I couldn't keep up.

You did what it took to make me smile.
You called me your angle
Said my laughter was your music
You whispered you loved me.

I believed you.

I remember the night  we discovered true beauty.
You woke me with a kiss.
I scowled at your grin.

With your sneakers and blanket we left.
2:35am
The moonlight fog danced around our ankles.

Through the woods and to a meadow,
A black stallion reared in warning,
with the swirl of fog to amaze me further.

The definition of beauty was clear.
You'd said this was a night for me.
A night for an angel.

I remember the first time you hit me.
You'd prefer if i saw no one,
I loved you, it was okay.

My friends 21st was approaching,
I'd wanted to go.

There'd be alcohol.
This was not alright.

You told me i'd not be going,
I insited i would.

The sharp pain across my face,
forced me to the floor.

The stronger pain,
was that you inflicted on my soul.

The tears ran freely,
he apologized quickly.

He still loved me,
I still believed.



I remember the first time you raped me.
I'd wanted to go home,
this was not an option.

I was being perstisant,
despite your apparent rage.

I was aware this would cost me,
never of the price.

I'd been able to block out the pain,
That is untill this night.

Your touch was not kind,
nor gentle.

That was the day you broke me,
that was the day i died.

I no longer believed


I remember when i built up enough courage to leave you.
You tried to stop me,
i'd run away.

You followed me to the train station
a crowd was not enough to stop your abuse.
You laid one last slap across my face.

I left.
I'd lost everything,
i lay in peices.

You tried to call me,
you tried to see me.

You robbed me of everything,
excep for my stubborness.

I remember the day i truely let go.
I sighed a breath of relief, and smiled.
a smile that truely was a smile of an angel.





 

— LiquidSunshine, Jul 31, 2009

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Seren

Seren

16 years 10 months ago

A powerful write Talia … I

A powerful write Talia ... I really liked it there are a few little spelling matters but as you said its personal and It didnt detract from the building up of emotion and the very strong end ... Loved it ... I was in an abusive relationship for a long time and its a hard thing to write about and I have great respect for any woman that has the courage to open her heart and show her pain ... kudos well done ... love Jayne x x
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LiquidSunshine

16 years 10 months ago

thanks, i proof read it

thanks, i proof read it afterwards, and cringed at all the spelling errors myself.. i pressed submit before i proof read, incase i changed my mind about it. silly me should of known better :)
Rett

Rett

16 years 10 months ago

I really like this.

A couple of tip Talia. Read it out loud and also rethink some of your longer sentences. Less can have more impact at times. Choose words carefully. I worshipped you from then on. ( I worshiped you from that moment on) and you’d do almost anything to make me smile. (and you’d do most anything to make me smile.) You told me i was an angel, and that(delete "that") my laughter was music. Get the idea" Respectfully, Rett: "Let us then turn this government back into the channel in which the framers of the Constitution originally placed it. " Abraham Lincoln
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LiquidSunshine

16 years 10 months ago

Thanks heaps Rett

Thank you so much, you helped me out a fair bit :) i shall make a note of how much useless words i use from now on, and be sure i cut them out. Much appreciated :) thanks again
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Wafi

16 years 10 months ago

I Liked This Too,

I liked this too, Talia. Seemed like a poem. Sincerely, Wafi "Culture, location and beliefs; All vanish with love!" ~Afzal Shauq~
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Ink Dragon

16 years 10 months ago

Talia

this is too close to home for me to critique. I noticed the odd typo here and there, but nevermind that now. I've been there, too. And I used to think of my ex as a fallen angel, too. Sisters under our bruised skins... Yours, ~Nina
Candlewitch

Candlewitch

16 years 10 months ago

Talia

I cringed when I read this short story, because it reminded me of another time in my life. I'm so glad he didn't strip you of your stubbornness and that you did manage to leave him. He has several issues on which he needs psychotherapy. When I was much younger I was involved with a man much like yours. I was more addicted to him, than in love with him and it took me three years to finally stick to my guns and not take him back. I really liked this line for beauty: The moonlight fog danced around our ankles. and in this line: He apologized quickly. (I think it should be: You apologized quickly I also agree with Rett's suggestions. Keep writing. Always, Cat
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LiquidSunshine

16 years 10 months ago

It took me a year to leave

It took me a year to leave him, he tried to kill me many a time, he was very disturbed. With out support, i highly doubt i'd still be here, Rett helped me alot, and i've just fished posting the final copy. Thank you for reading, I dont think i could stop writing even if i tried. thanks again