You throw your ring on the ground, screaming you wave your arms around.
I no longer hear the words, just look over your shoulder, feeling so much older.
The word cunt flies in the air, I swear I hear it rustle my hair.
What happened that we ended up here? How did I end up wanting to throw up when you came near?
Five months in, this must be a sin. How can someone I loved so much…, God he was my FRIEND.
Now here we are, at the end.
I feel nothing but emptiness, and regret that I did not have a plan for this.
The house is in his name only, what a phony, he always knew we wouldn’t last; he took pains to cover his ass.
I heard someone say they wouldn’t get married as long as there was divorce; I understand them now of course.
You try your best, go in with a smile like the rest, and then you end up like me, listlessly writing some half rhyming excuse of how you stayed this long in the abuse.
Time snaps back in, you are still all in a spin, I see a child who once was a man, it’s a wonder I ever fell for this scam. I turn my back and walk away; it’s sunny over here, wish I hadn’t taken so long of a stay.