Unconditional

He calls her his word but she is only his whisper. Beckoned when needed, never wanted, her soul withered. Loveless she thought, but this is the love that once made her quiver - earth shaking romance and timeless butterfly jitters. Dolled up dates and bright-light adventure. He used to say i love you in epic moments together. Sharing together was her pledge to his offer of forever. Now todays have halted in body and soul conquers.
He says I love you with a fist that swings and sways so loud, she could no longer confuse his actions with his vocal sounds. The bruises, she maintained, were chosen love notes. An i love you here and I need you there, her body tweaked from all his care and at times she thought his love would be the death of her. And he found time to write her daily, over dinner mishaps and misinterpreted sayings; his ego and pride co-authored his behavior. Love notes, she pleaded, so others wouldn't try to save her.
He calls her his word but she is only his whisper. In a dark corner in his mind he replays how he hits her. To ease his conscious over what once made him quiver - childhood screams from a mother jilted by jitters; a man who hit to make her come hither. He all too well remembers that abuse growing up- an emotional cycle he thought had made him tough. Yet he circled that same cycle to cover up the bad stuff. The pain and cries from his fathers 'unconditional' love..what always smothered his mother with scars and yet she never had enough. Love, he knew, was supposed to be rough.
He called her his word but she barely screamed or whispered. When he loved her too much and couldnt contain his temper. He flalled with his heart and struck with his furor. She whimpered to get away but he insisted on he wanted to love her. And teach her for good that his way was for better; the better of she, he and their warped forever.Yet his best was simply a burst of too much versus her enough. Not the eternity her little girl dreams were made of. And with that he sufficated the life of their together. She was unable to make it through his past, his hurt, his cycle of its never...enough. Love, he knew, was supposed to be too much.