It's like that between us I think
You getting infuriated
Me constantly paying the price
You causing me to change colors
Black then blue then deep magenta
A nasty chartreuse color spreads
The lengthy process of healing
Even when I shouldn’t have to
I shouldn't have to take your fist
Splattering crimson blood around
I shouldn't have to wake up, gasp
Because your gnarled hand is clenched
Nails digging into my frail throat
I shouldn't be weeping silence
Iron and salt wash down the drains
I shouldn't bow down, begging you
I should say no to your abuse
Stand physically, mentally
No to your beautiful ice eyes
That stay a worn denim color
Even when you beat me maroon
Like your evening bottles of wine
No to you and the games you play
No to your brutality, and
the colors you force upon me
Me who once loved and cherished you
Me who convinced my own **** self
That I deserved it, all of it