With eyes soaked like sponges that

I used to clean your drunken rage from

Our kitchen tiles, I stood,

Staring out at the memories you created,

Like I was a small ship capsizing in the perilous ocean.

Cold, dark and alone, I cry myself to sleep in our bed,

The sheets caressing the bruises you had left,

The only mark you had ever left on my life since we had began.

“Haven’t I given enough?”

I’m tired, exhausted of explaining why,

I won’t see a therapist.

I’m tired, terrified of explaining why,

You’d turn me blue with a touch of your first for it.

I’m tired, depressed because of explaining why,

I still love you.

With eyes soaked like sponges that

You used to clean my blood from our kitchen tiles,

You stood, staring at me,

As I begged for your help as you laughed.

“I knew you were never enough for me.”