Disclaimer: this poem depicts domestic abuse.
When you held my hand the first time, I remember thinking how perfectly they fit together.
When you held me, I remember how safe I felt.
How you would never let anything hurt me.
I fell in love hard, it must of been why I was so blind.
How did I not see that you would be the one to hurt me?
I missed the evil glint in your eyes and the rough look of your hands.
The way they could crush me and keep me down.
The first time you hit me, I told myself it wouldn't happen again.
You cried. I had never seen you cry.
I thought maybe it was my fault, maybe I needed to change.
When it happened again, I apologized and held you while you begged me not to leave you.
I shrunk myself, to keep from angering you, while you grew big.
You became a huge ocean while I sat on a tiny island.
You surrounded me, consumed me, until I was no longer me.
The last time you hit me, I didnt even feel it. I felt nothing as my sight grew dim but my eyes had open.
When I left, i didn't look back.
I didn't cry.
I wasn't sad.
I felt nothing.
I feel nothing.