You stand and look at the blood
falling from my heart
because of the dagger
you left in it.
I would never leave you,
so you words push the dagger
deeper and deeper into my heart.
Yet when you see my tears,
it is time for you to apologize,
and try to start over again,
and I try to forget,
I try to forgive.
I let it go
and you just go back
to where we were before.
Your words cut into me
like the knife that
cut into my wrists,
that I let go so many years ago.
Your words like the
knife I kept under my bed,
to relieve the pain
that you are giving me now.
I don't want to leave you
because you are the
person I love,
but how much do you
really love me if
you can live through
making me cry as much as you do?
You really think that
you have seen
and wiped away all my tears?
There is so much you haven't seen,
nights I've lain awake
and couldn't sleep because
I was so afraid to
have to live my life without you.
Thinking to myself,
how could I go one with my life
without Christopher Lynch?
Wondering all along
if you really loved me?
Now I don't know
what I can call you.
My lover, or
My abuser?
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Submission Name: My Abuser (1st re-written)
