I hate myself…
for not telling you what you did to me.

From that moment on,
I couldn’t see you as someone who cared
because you didn’t.

You were drunk.
Shouting at the world,
how it had wronged you,
how it had stolen a life
that was never yours to hold.

And you hurt me.
You held on until I bruised.
My arms, my legs painted in blue and red
You held on until every drop of love,
every trace of compassion I had for you,
was gone.

From that moment…
I saw you as someone else.
Someone I cannot meet in the eye
for fear that if I do,
I won’t be able to breathe.

Suffocated by that night.
The pain I left go unsaid,
The hurt I left go unheard,  
The dignity you stole.


You took the friendship I gave you…
and crushed it in your talons,
the same claws you drove into me.