In the dark,
I get butterflies,
Whenever I think about it,
Trapped in your regrets,
Buried in tears,
Blinded by lies,
Filthy with scars,
Soiled with bruises.
On hands and knees,
I’m never going to forgive,
I’m moving out,
Getting out of this shit hole,
There’s no room for both of us,
There’s no room in my heart,
No love,
For you anymore,
I’m standing up to you,
I won’t let you bully me,
I was trapped,
In your box,
I was your punch bag,
But I’m not anymore.
Natasha StubbsEnnis
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/violent-relationships/
