In conclusion,
He gave me many material comforts.
And he gave me bruises on my body.
He would lend me his good will,
Not from love,
But for control.
I should have ran the night he pointed a gun at me.
Loaded or not. It should’ve been the end.
I’ve strove with him so tirelessly.
Given him second and third chances so preposterous it’s laughable.
I’ve waited patiently for him to be patient.
I’ve trusted him with heart, despite his brutish ways of stomping on what I give.
And the most maddening thing,
Is how he turned it all to make it seem like I was the only one at fault.
In conclusion, this is our conclusion.
Good night old friend.