hearing the faint screaming and doors slamming used to be normal to me
I used to wait for you to come home but it always took days before you did
I used to feel lucky when you came home from "work trips"
and I used to love when you actually loved me
but now that you've left I know that what I was used wasn't right
thinking back hurts because I want to remember the great in you but all that comes to mind is the heart dropping feeling when you walked out on us
all of the doors you've broken in
all of the bruises and pain you've caused
I used to miss you
I no longer do