Loving You to Death

   You, in the jail elevator:

   boyfriend of my cellmate,

   notorious. violent. big time con.

  object of my devotion, obsession.


  Twisted fate frees us to mate

   you taught me the meaning of hate,

   green eyes glowing like a demon

    when you choked me unconcious.

   still- i adore you,

    i take the fall, and all the falls to come.

   your girlfriends call me lucky to have you,

    i just call me dumb.

   a victim of my obsession, how i worshiped you.

   the day you sold me out

  was our anniversary.

  i made such a wonderful meal,


  your favorite dish:

  suffering with a side of misery,

  and a nice little heartbreak for dessert.

Author: ST Martin

I am an Artist, Poet and Author. A Survivor of Violent Sexual Abuse and Rape, I have lived thru Severe Domestic Violence, Twenty Three years of Addiction and Alcoholism, Family Dysfunction, Chronic Pain, Dependence on Opioids, and 2 Venomous Snake Bites...I have Been Stabbed, Shot at, Tied to a Tree and Choked Unconscious. A Quarter Horse Rolled on Me, as did a Lawn Tractor. I also Wrecked a Harley into a Tree! I also have PTSD and Rapid Cycling Bipolar Disorder, and spent my 18th birthday in a Locked Psychiatric Ward. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color...

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