MelodyVotoire

“there's a lot of things they teach you about domestic abuse "they'll beat on you, they'll cheat on you!" and i never understood how abuse didn't look like abuse when it pretended it was good when it digs its claws into my skin tender and his calloused hands hurt me to bone that fragile, angelic part of you you're never prepared but he lies when he swears you're his to protect yet he swallows you in cold and when the parasite finally agonizingly takes its claws out from your back they also don't tell you you'll want it back you'll scream and you'll cry discomfort and fear when no one holds you at night you'll stalk his every move you'll fill in his part of the abuse drained like never before and then you'll hate. you'll spend each morning drowning in memories subtracting the good and worshipping the bad you will want to kill him. and then one day like all the days before were only a long, harsh dream the sun will shine through your lacey white curtains you will make yourself a normal breakfast and read the morning paper you'll fill the day with new friends and live all your dreams but sometimes when the curtains are closed only glimmers of hope peeking through you'll cry because you remember how he used to hold you as if he never even made you cry and you'll pull out old pictures you'll see his soft brown eyes you won't know why this feeling consumes you an itch waiting to be scratched because when you look into the eyes of abuse you will want to go back.”