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.

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