I am recovering from the love
of my once abusive lover.
Chains on my neck, heart, waist,
down to the bridges of my toes.
I am sore from the pain; I am going insane.
Yet, I do not want another.
You see,
I’ll do anything for you.
Give up my youth for you.
Speak only truth for you —
or even lie to you.
I’ll be your number two (hoe),
do as I’m supposed to do,
go to the store for you,
make it from scratch for you.
You are my only point of view,
the only one I know to be true.
Call me a poor fool
for being in love with you.
After everything you put me through —
still, I am all for you.
Arus' Poetry 