The Way He Does It Poem by Aislinn Armstrong

Your eyes, your smile, that laugh, it brings me to extacy, my heart I surrendered, my heart you broke, my body you hurt unprovoked,
my hair you pulled my life you dulled,
every silver lining has a cloud, this torment i've allowed,
My face you've punched, my torse you've kicked,
after why are you the one i picked?
why did I go back for more? the tears i've poured the self harm and destruction to myself,
yet all I am to you is another trophy on your shelf,
kissed, beaten and thrown away.