The cotton sheets under you
Where we used to lay
The couch where you sit
Do the memories come flooding by?
The memories of laughter
The memories of rage
The memories of pain
That I've written on this page
The coffee mugs we drank
The plates we ate from
Now are shared with her
But do our memories come?
The memories of love
The memories of hate
The memories of disdain
That I relive to this date
Do the sheets still have my tears,
From when you forced my body?
Does the couch still have my indent
From when you punished me?
Are the mugs still cracked
From your agitated feat?
Are the plates still stained
From the dinner you refused to eat?
Do you remember my face
My tears when you pushed me?
Mentally and physically shattered
Before finally leaving you behind to become free
But it's hard to be free
When you've trained me to be caged.
When my whole being was to serve
Do you remember the old me before you raged?
The girl who did everything
Just to make you smile.
The girl who defended you
And would go the extra mile
That girl is gone
Replaced with this broken, hollow shell
Do you remember me
Before you brought me hell?
But you don't remember
You keep denying it
So without closure or clarity
I'll have to live with it
