you hit me and hurt me
and often mistook
my fear or my terror
for an insolent look
you shook me and broke me
straight down to my bones
you spit and you mocked me
'til I gave up hope
your words they could cut
just as bad as that book
that you threw at my face
while your dinner got cooked
but the day that I left you,
the cutting was mine
your voice on the phone
couldn't hold back your slime
i remember you screaming
i remember you crying
i remember your voice as
it changed on the line
you whined and demanded
the few things that i took;
you ended the chapter
*oh, but i burned the book.
leaving an abusive relationship was the most difficult thing i've ever done - but not a single day passes without gratitude that i had the courage to get out and move onto a much better, healthier, more beautiful life.