he shouts at me when he's angry then he tells me 'it's not your fault' he says he's in a bad mood
"nothing to do with you at all' his words are harsh and my eyes water my mouth tastes like salt i never have liked conflict so i say it's okay, i cry, and i nod i watch the dust settle on the edge of his window while he curses and slams the door this room feels endless and empty and these bedsheets feel so cold
i think my heart might be cracking but he's rolled over and faced the wall i don't know what to do with all his anger so i reach for his hand to hold
i'm not trying to play the victim i know i am overly soft my world falls apart so easily
and right now, my world's feeling so small 1've grown up amongst chaos perhaps that's why i return for more each time i say 'i'm leaving his lip trembles and he says he'll fix it all
love and violence, i used to know the difference but i'm not so sure anymore this time he swears he'll stay gentle and so our clothes fall to the floor
YOU ARE READING
Hurtful
PoetryThis is about poems that I feel as tho I can relate to and I'm sure a lot of others can relate to. Just remember your never alone, there's always someone you can reach out to and talk to tell them how hard it is tell them how much you are struggling
