you only loved the idea of me
cherished the different ways you could
use and abuse me
you hated the sounds of my heavy cries when i spoke of things that deeply hurt me.
you didn't like the quickening of my heart beat when anxiety was threatening to break down my door.
you didn't want to hold me in your arms after a nightmare.
you didn't want to hear about my stress because it intimidated you;
what I worried about never even crossed your mind.
you wanted someone to come home to.
oh no, and not just anyone.
you wanted someone with a beauty that screamed in your face,
a good education that earned my parents compliments for raising me well.
you wanted someone who'd quieten their thoughts so it would never be clear whose vessel was really empty.
you wanted a trophy wife.
you had so much more.
and yet you still tried explaining to me how much you loved me and how you couldn't let these hoes go.
YOU ARE READING
Escapism
Poetryit's better to write your thoughts down than voice them to deaf ears that lead to uninterested hearts.
