Your voice sounded like the taste of melted caramel
Rich and oh so sweet
Your skin looked like white silk
Pale as a ghost and smooth to the touch
Your eyes were filled with stars
Constantly sparkling and shining bright
Your laugh made my heart swoon
But then.
It stopped
Your voice became dull and putrid as the taste of moldy bread
Your skin became ghastly and ragged like ripped up old paper
Your eyes no longer sparkled like the stars
Instead they became raging fires
Thirsty for blood.
Yet even thought you changed.
I was still stupid enough to stay.
I just couldn't leave
I still thought
You were everything I could ever need.
I watched as you started to chug down your pain with beer
I watched as the man I loved slowly disappeared
You started to scream and yell with all your might
I hid in the bathroom, to afraid to put up a fight.
But one day as you were yelling and screaming, I tried to calm you down
That was my second mistake.
Anger boiling in your blood, you took it all out on me.
You laughed hysterically as my nose started to bleed.
Tears in my eyes. Blood on my face. I couldn't move. I was frozen in place.
I stayed paralyzed as you did it again.
Again. Again. And again.
Night after night. Week after week.
You hit me again. I was to afraid to speak.
I lost all contact with the ones I loved.
I lost my job.
I was going to loose "our" apartment.
And I lost every bit of dignity that I had had for myself
And by the time I had gotten home with a carton of milk in hand
You saw me come in, smiling you began to stand
I stood there and glared right in to your eyes
I was done with the pleads.
I was done with the cries.
I was done with the lies.
I walked right up to you and punched you in your gut.
That's what you get for calling me a slut.
You fell to the ground clutching your stomach.
I kicked you.
And I kicked you hard.
And definitely more than once.
Until I knew you were out cold
I grabbed my suitcase and filled it with my things
I snatched my phone and called my sister.
I told her what happened. And how much I loved and missed her.
Once I was packed and ready to go.
I marched out the door
Glad to leave this shit show.
