Beautiful, you said as you kissed my hand when we first met.
Perfect, you whispered as you took every last bit of my innocence.
Overjoyed, I was to have found my soulmate.
Mine, you called with anger as you groped me in public.
Sensitive, you shouted when I expressed my feelings.
Confused, I was when the sweet turned to sour.
Dumb, you declared disgustedly when I told you my dreams.
Fat, you mentioned as I undressed myself in front of you.
Rejected, I was by the person I loved the most.
My fault, it was when you grabbed my hand with force.
My fault, it was when you painted bruises on every last bit of me.
My fault, it was for letting you do this to me.