EVICTED
Copyright 2014 Diana Rasmussen
You don’t get to rent
free space in my head
You’re evicted from my heart
you tore it to shreds
cutting me with words and lies
Stop trying to come back in
with haunting nightmares
Your fantasy is not mine
My reality is not yours
Hit the road Jack
I don’t want you here
no more, no more, no more
This poem is for all my followers still stuck in an abusive relationship. Here are are few ideas on how to escape. You were not meant to be abused, ridiculed, laughed at, hit, hurt, punched, demeaned, criticized, or shamed. The Abuser is NOT from God. God is the Author of Love – not hate.
