He made me believe lies.
He made me a fool.
That the artist I love didn't love me back.
Lies that his dirty mouth spat out just for him to have me all to himself.
And I was a complete fool to trust someone like him.
I told the artist that I love him genuinely even though my heart stung once I saw her eyes get teary, her smile quivered and it didn't show happiness anymore.
I know she loves me back.
I knew.
Yet I was a fool to not trust myself but trust someone else.
He caged me.
After our marriage, he caged me in his house. He told me that I was only his which I understood at first.
I always watched the television. The artist that I love is getting awards that she deserves, her poetry is getting compliments, her exhibits are booming like a bomb and everyone loves her.
I wanted to go and see her. But he raised his hand against me, my cheeks received a harsh slap from him. I looked at him, with teary eyes it really hurt. His eyes were angry.
After that, he literally caged me. Handcuffing me to the wall so I couldn't escape from him.
The legs that the artist sacrificed for were now battered, tortured by him so that I couldn't escape.
He forced me to eat but my stomach didn't want any of his homemade food. I had no trust left in him anymore.
After years of being like this,
I just wanted to die.
