He prefers to have me all to himself
Holed up
Locked away
Not even my family is ok.
I wonder how they survive?
The people who never get out?
How do I live with a bastard like this all the time?
You literally rob the air of it’s oxygen
The deny me breath
You deny me basic hygiene
You starve me
You diminish and degrade me
Constant Emotional abuse
My ribs feel like prison,
My heart and lungs the prisoners
I can’t breathe…
Thank God this isn’t paper
For it would betray the assault on my eyes
Sunny winter afternoon yet you show me fog,
It’s foggy, clouded.
I despise your very existence
Domestic abuse it is
I don’t know how to get out
It’s not that I love you
And I don’t think I can “fix you”
I’m not scared either
I’m just stuck,
Stuck.
At least I get to sneak out,
But I feel utterly distraught for those who haven’t been able to,
Some for years.
For you are the absolute worst kind of lover.
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