Barefoot Romance

So the following is a poem I wrote when I was 17. It somewhat was an example of the ups and downs that many relationships have. But I particularly am fond of the bitter end. Sometimes we begin things with the best of intentions and become entangled in our relationship that we are blind to what is really going on. I've had this concept in my head for a while and working at a domestic violence shelter, I whitness abuse everyday. This poem was also inspired by several emotionally abusive relationships that I had been involved in as a teen. Looking back on it I would make several changes, but I enjoy the simplicity of it.

A Barefoot Romance

My toes curled beneath the sand, happy to be free of their former possessor.
It was the salty sea air that led me to the shore, and the roaring of the constant waves that held me captive.
Suddenly a voice from behind me shook my shoulders and made my heart flutter with excitement.
That's how we first met, that night; alone, and standing barefoot in the moonlight.

You said it wasn't a big deal and I took your hand as I escaped reality.
I slid off my shoes and handed them to you as you helped me hold on to the window pane.
I paused for one last moment of questioning but your quick embrace led me away to what promised to be the best time of my life.
We ran through the grass our feet getting stung by the sharp, wet blades.

Now I'm crying in your arms and you smooth down my hair.
Everything is going to be alright, I hear you mumble, I don't believe you.
The pain in my heart is so real it aches and you hold my face and ask me for a dance.
I didn't want to; I wanted to continue to let the tears flow.
But instead I was listening to the soft hum in my ear from your voice, and the creaking our bare feet made on the wooden floors as we swayed to the beat.

It's a Sunday morning, and the smell of coffee wakes me from my coma.
The sun is beaming and the mounds of blanket and pillows are not near as comforting as the warmth of your body next to mine.
Vulnerable and beautiful we lie there naked, until you have to go again.
Suddenly, our feet intertwine and in that moment we are one.

Your angry voice shatters my ears.
The blood taste entering my mouth and the tears streaming down my face are not recognizable.
Heart pounding, head throbbing, I've had enough.
I struggle to find the little belongings I still manage to have.
You throw my shoes after me, and I choose not to pick them up.
Instead I walk down the street, alone in the moonlight and barefoot.

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