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Untitled Part 22

Hand's thrown,

Glass broken,

Shards flying,

Bruises forming.

You said you loved me,

You said you cared.

Is that why you hit?

You say you do this because you care,

You say you love me

And only want to teach me a lesson.

Hand's thrown,

Glass broken,

Shards flying,

Bruises forming.

The tables broken,

My ear ripped wide open,

But I don't feel pain.

I don't feel anything.

Frames thrown,

Vases blown,

By your own destruction.

I'm your puppet,

On your strings,

That you made so.

I smile when you say too,

I go where you say too,

And I am who you want me to be.

Hand's thrown,

Glass broken,

Shards flying,

Bruises forming.

Red Sock in the corner of the living room,

Dog barking,

Fists clenched.

Corner.

Safe?

You tell me

I did this.

It's my fault.

I'm the reason.

I'm in the wrong.

But momma told me violence is not the answer.

And it's getting harder to believe

That your sorry.

Sorry,

Sorry, Sorry, Sorry. SORRY.

That's all you fucking say.

Hand's thrown,

Glass broken,

Shards flying,

Bruises forming

Third strike,

And your out is the saying.

But you lasted till

The last inning.

Red sock in the corner of the living room,

Begging on your knees,

Telling me your sorry.

Wanting to tell you

To go fuck yourself

But words are hard

So I nod and say

"it's okay,"