as it hit the wall behind my head.
You could have said a lot of things,
but you just laughed instead.
I remember long days of ridicule,
cruel, vicious words you cast.
Those times we fought with each other,
how you would dredge up the past.
I remember long sleeve shirts in summer,
how makeup didn't cover the mark,
yet the bruises carried deeper then skin,
they stripped my spirit stark.
I remember those last days together,
how I loved and hated you.
I wonder now if you really comprehend,
the anguish you put me through?