I think of the letters
You wrote to New York
Of the women you gazed upon
And how you wished for them to be yours
How you wrote of leaving me
Forever
The things you'd say to me...
How you constantly broke me down
How you made me cry weekly
How unhappy you made me
How scared I was of our future together one day
I was afraid of you
Afraid of your hand to my cheek
Of you love of alcohol
I was so afraid of you
So under your control
you said I was controlling
Yet you have no idea
How you ruled over me
How afraid I was
Of your moods
Of your words...
I don't want to see you, Elizabeth.
You *****
You manipulative girl
Selfish
Immature
Girl
Gosh I hated when you'd call me a girl
Derogatory
You broke me
You made me your little slave
I hate you
I worshipped you
And you gave me nothing in return
But lies and empty promises
And a broken heart
Afraid to love again