Done

Every single game,
I accepted the blame.
Your rules kept changing,
My will was bending.   
Two of us were colliding.

Trying to fit your image of perfect,
your venom, I choose to inject.
self-esteem wrecked,
flattened to the floor,
prisoner of war.

Never good enough,
Couldn't call your bluff.
I was not enough or simply too this, too that,
Felt my heart on the floor going "Splat!".

Bit by bit, torn apart.
once assertive, then turned passive…
not recognizing self in the mirror,
compared to myself, you were bigger.

Fights at night,
resulting in "fine, I'll go sleep with some other girl tonight!"
slamming doors, tear drops streaking.
Screaming, gone unheard till I was barely speaking.

Threats and break ups,
flowers and make ups,
back and forth,
up and down.
Foolish was I.

Every promise that this time would be different,
just to repeat the same cycle again, defect.
Hot and cold, the blame apparently mine.
Too depressed, too negative....
Seeing problems that just didn't exist,

Or so you said.

The shackle upon my finger,
4 years you've held me prisoner.
Inside, a rage was burning.
Yet the world kept turning.

Reviews

[Emberlorna]

This was amazing Nicole and so deep. I feel I can relate all too well. I love the ending.
"Inside, a rage was burning.
Yet the world kept turning"
These words are so true. No matter how bad things get, even when you feel like the world is ending, the world keeps turning. Great write :))