I remember the look in your eyes........

I often ask myself..........

I often ask myself 

Why I kept sticking around, 

Even after you shot me down 

With your hurtful words 

Again 

And again. 

I never come to a conclusion 

Instead I usually find myself 

Lying on my bathroom floor 

Or in my bed crying my eyes out for hours. 

Because the flashbacks of our time together 

 Always get me sobbing. 

I hate how I gave you permission 

To treat me like garbage 

 And sure I do regret it. 

But after all

I spend my time in hell with you. 

Even though you were the one who put me there 

So maybe 

Just maybe 

It was worth it.

z.v.w