He Makes Me Feel (poem) by Leanne Dyck

This was one of my first attempts (as an adult) at writing poetry. It's a first-line repeat poem. I just learned the term for this type of poem is anaphora. The poem is about an abusive relationship.

photo by Leanne Dyck

He Makes Me Feel

Oh, the way he makes me feel

He makes me feel happy when I'm blue

Oh, the way he makes me feel

He buys me pretty things and tells me he loves me

Oh, the way he makes me feel

He takes me out to eat and we dance

Oh, the way he makes me feel

I see the way he looks at her

I 

know

he 

wants

to...

Oh, the way he makes me feel

I come back from the bathroom

He's holding her in his eyes

He's touching her

Oh, the way he makes me feel

I can't be here anymore

I have to leave

Oh, the way he makes me feel

He finally comes home

drunk

smelling of her

Oh, the way he makes me feel

I tell him that it can't be this way

It's either her or

her or

her or

me

Oh, the way he makes me feel

He hits the wall

the bureau

me

His fist into my belly

My navel up into my chest

Oh, the way he makes me feel

The next day, I can tell he's sorry for what he's done

Oh, the way he makes me feel

It's my fault

I pushed him over the edge

It's all my fault

Oh, the way he makes me feel

He makes me feel happy when I'm blue

Oh, the way he makes me feel

He buys me pretty things and tells me he loves me

photo by Leanne Dyck

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