i remember a dream i had when you and i were still together it was the one where you held me against you and twirled my hair around your finger and whispered sweet nothings into my waiting ears and promised me you'd never hurt me
but i also remember waking up alone, in your cold bedroom you were already gone and i could feel the bruises on my neck in the shapes of your fingers and i remember being terrified to get out of your bed because you were ****** at me for no reason at all and you were in the kitchen waiting for me.
i'm a new poet and i'm kind of exploring i guess, so apologies if this doesn't make sense. it's meant to be about abuse