Black eyes and clenched fists; I don't know what went wrong. You used to be so kind...your eyes shining with joy and laughter. Now your voice is laced with venom and I seem to always say the wrong things. I try and I try but you're never happy. How can I make you happy?
I love you, but you scare me when you push me against the counter, spitting such degrading words from those beautiful lips. You hurt me, your fist connecting with my face. Afterwards you tell me not to cry; that the blood streaming in torrents down my chin is from a simple nosebleed. You don't even say sorry anymore.
I'm just so tired. Some days I wake up and wonder if you'll finally just kill me. I don't wanna be hit, I don't wanna be raped and spit on. I want you to be the person you used to be: kind, loving, caring. I yell at the top of my lungs for someone to fucking listen to me, but no one ever does.
Why won't they listen?
I just want to know what happened to me and you.
