“I could leave. I don't
have to stick around here.”
“But something keeps
you coming back.
Maybe we should talk
about that?”
You sigh. “I left you
because I was scared,
okay? I know you've
wondered. And I didn't
come back because I'm
still terrified.”
I know what you mean.
“You think I wasn't?”
“Sure didn't seem
that way to me!”
“You're stupid.”
I punch the couch
and once I've started
I can't stop. “Stupid,
stupid, stupid, stupid.”
“Shut up!”
You scream.
I stop.
You grab my hands anyway,
roughly, and shove me away.
“You ugly, dumb little
blonde girl,” you say.
And I know its just
words you know will
hurt and don't really mean.
They hurt anyway.
