I would have preferred it
if you’d hit me.
Left a visible mark.
drowned me in physical pain
Then I could show you the terror;
the bruises you left would speak for me.
I hear your words,
your excuses
And you don’t understand –
telling yourself that I should be able to forget
Asking for me to support you?
Your anger and hatred
Your friends stand by
because they trust you.
You escape among the warm comfort
of another lie.
I am alone
but safe.
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