There were always signs

The words he chose to speak

His actions towards others

A subtle yet telling act

And yet here I was

This man calling me his

There’s always times of uncertainty

But it’s not that bad

Not that bad

As we get in fights every week

It’s my fault though

It’s somehow always my fault

My fault when he hurts himself

My fault when he cries

My fault when I’m sad

My fault when anything isn’t his way

I’m so done

I’m a hollow shell of who I once was

I fake a smile in his direction

As I desperately pray for an escape

Finally I was able to get out

He did everything he could to manipulate me

To try and regain his control

But it was too late

I had seen who he really was

Knowing he had lost he turned to flee

He used his last seconds to once again

Tell me it’s my fault

He shut the door wide open