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.