Abuse Can Feel Like Love | Jiya Arora

He manipulated me into believing that he loved me

He controlled my life and told me

That these restrictions were to keep me safe

That the world outside is waiting for a victim

And if I go outdoors I'd be killed

The princess tower he locked me in was so beautiful

I only realized that I was trapped when I tried to escape

I used to put makeup on my marks

So that the scars of his abuse won't be visible

I believed that this is what god has for me and this is what I deserve

That he only punishes me for the mistakes I make

I learned to live according to him

I learned to cook, clean, and pleasure all for him

But yet the fights couldn't be avoided

He could point at my mistakes like that's the only thing his eyes can see

I lost my left eye vision

Because his right hand was too big for my cheek

I lost half the volume of my hair

Because his grip was too strong

I've marks on my arms of cuts caused by broken bangles

Because I was weak to fight his strength

He didn't love me selflessly

So his happiness always

mattered more than mine

He didn't love me fiercely

So his fears tore my home apart

His words never stand to be his feelings

His feelings never stand to be his actions

His actions never stand to be true

He could never love me

The way I loved him

Aren't we supposed to love by accepting all the flaws

So I loved him with all his flaws

Devoting myself to only him

Waiting for him to love me

the way I love him

But today,

I wish I had raised my voice

So I wouldn't have thought that maybe every woman is loved like this