There were always signs

The lies you constantly told

The way you treated others

The lack of respect for yourself

But I looked past that

Tried to see the good

I refused to believe

Even if it was right in front of me

The way you yelled at me

Called me every bad name

Or how I was the blame

For everything bad that happened

Constantly deflecting the truth

Constantly playing the victim

Constantly acting like a child

When things didn’t go your way

The manipulation was real

Wasn’t more real than the struggle

The struggle to get away

From the lies and victim blaming

My heart has gone cold.

My well has run dry.

I’m broken down and tired

And can no longer cry.

He shut the door wide open.