The First line that you crossed...
It was a thin one
One I never thought you
would take advantage of.
You held me accountable
for the awful things
you told me were fine
Love and hate.
Which to feel, which to hide away
in the deepest corners of your mind.
You lied,
you made everything seem like an
Overreaction..
but were they?
You abused in the worst ways,
your power ever consuming
consuming and forceful.
When I tried to let go,
to leave
there you were staring back at me,
ready to pull me back.
I hear your voice in the air,
in my mind
in my family
Your words,
never erased
from my existence
Do you even remember?
The things you did?
The things you said?
Or would you lie about that too?
About the threats and the lies?
About the ways you treated me?
Or just about my sanity?
You were mad when I held my ground,
when I stayed strong against your will,
when I escaped your wrath.
But here I am,
writing poetry,
hoping someone understands
the vague representations
Of you
These were the lines you crossed
