Kicks with Love

I remember the first time you shoved me. The first time you kicked me out of your bosom. Forcefully and coldly as if I'm not anyone you cared about or "loved" (perhaps is because you never did). It was like a cold knife going thru my heart and chilling the blood in my veins. I felt the chill of dejection caused by your own acts of rejection. I was no one, I had no value to you I was a THING that bothered you that was better to kick away (literally).   Almost three years from that and now your kicks stab at a numb and callous heart. The physical pain is not what I cared, it was the emotion, the hurt, the betrayal, that I cared. Now, this wounded heart is nothing but a numb entity that can follow his day as if nothing had happen. Your kisses which you claim is love is nothing but a ticking bomb waiting for your next mood swing that will leave me paralyzed. Your violence and negligence makes me want to vomit in discord. Not even hate, but this ------------------------- NOTHING as if I'm a zombie created by the darker side of love. This is me right now. I don't know what are you anymore, yet . . . this was always YOU!