True love's lost way By Tempy --------------------- Gather around to hear my story I had a lover, who loved me true but the way he showed was not the same as others did. I waited at home for him, he came at 5 each day and the moment he opened my door, he shows his love in his fists. He would blacken out my eye, and brake a limb or two he doesn't do it to be cruel, it's the way that he shows love. After the hitting would stop, he tied me up and raped me I enjoyed not the pain but the fact of how much he loved me. It might not have been my dream, but with each thump was like his heart screaming out "I truly love you so!" He hasn't been here for a few days now. So I decided to visit him, to find out if he's fine I looked up his name in the book and went round to his house. And knocked on his grand door. A woman answered. I asked her if he was okay she told me her husband was fine. My heart broke on that day as broken as my arm. I went back home and cried never stopping for some time. Days later he came around and acted as nothing was wrong. He hit me, he punched me, and he tied me and raped me. I told him I knew about his wife. He had 5 kids, he loves her true but did he love me too? While I hung there by the ropes he hits me again and again screamed at me for what I had done I shouted "but I love you! Do you love me too?" The Rope broke from the stress and I fell down to the floor he kicked me hard and screamed at me all I could say was "Do you love me?" He laughed. "How could I love a whore?" "You know nothing as love but money!" I shouted "But I am not a whore!" He replied "You never said no!" I remembered our first meeting I guess I had too much to drink he walked over from the bar and started chatting lines. I fell for it, and felt he loved me we went to my place and he screwed me it was true love or so I thought. He said only a tart would sleep with someone they just met I said "I thought you love me" he spat and kicked again. He turned to leave but said he'd be back to punish me once more and like a good little slut I'll take it smiling with love. I couldn't take it now my heart was bleeding on the floor I picked up what came to hand and hit him to the floor. He fell; blood coved my Face from the waxed dripped candlestick gleaming in my hands. I didn't feel sad, I didn't feel hurt I was returning my love to him so as he laid there, gushing blood I loved him once last time. I guess I was a whore after all for sleeping with a corpse but I had done myself a favour and his family was better off. There was nothing left for me so I left that night. And that is where you find me now by the water's gleaming light. My life is over, my love is spent there's nothing more for me the water rushes to met me for the Eternal ethereal sleep.