I do wish to love and to be loved
I do want to feel all the electric sparks
But at what cost
Love is about compromising
But not like that
Not when his fist punched through her tiny rib cage
Not when he turns her petite body into a punching bag.
“I bought you your favourite diamond earrings,” he’d say.
“If you talk, I’ll kill you,” he’d say.
“I booked you to a spa day,” he’d say.
To cover up all he did
To cover up how his unmerciful wrath fell upon her.
A spa day to take away all the pain he had cost her
“Look at my earrings; they glitter”, she’d say.
Not knowing that all that glitters is not gold.
Is she willing to risk it all?
All for love?
But love at what cost?
That remains an unanswered question.