raised voice, the slow crumble of
my own self worth, they grabbed
me and screamed into my face.
"You could never understand!"
Maybe you're right,
but I know one thing.
you didn't need to hit me
to have been abusive.
Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 9:46 AM UTC
raised voice, the slow crumble of
my own self worth, they grabbed
me and screamed into my face.
"You could never understand!"
Maybe you're right,
but I know one thing.
you didn't need to hit me
to have been abusive.
I've sat on this poem for a while, not wanting it connected to my name. It's one thing to admit a relationship went sour, or sensitive feelings, but I always struggled to say the big A towards one of them. This is me taking that power from them, refusing to be quiet about something that cut so deep. Abuse is a deservingly strong word for that entire relationship, and I refuse to dance around it anymore.
