AbuseMe
Battered, broken, bare. I was criticized, misused, exposed. Love was just another phrase in an world full of I love you's. A vocabulary word that didn't hold up to it's definition in my book. He promised he was different. I should've knew. Warnings with red flags that I neglected every time. Punches and slaps became a routine of mine. Drained but I stayed because I knew no better. Praying for a miracle, to bring us back to the middle. To the times years ago, before I was introduced to his true colors. Before I met his pal Fist, best friend Bitch, and the two homies he walked with. They were always around. I could never get rid of them. You know the ones who mysteriously appear out of no where. Like they've come to an understanding that this was how they would spend their day. Just waiting for an opportunity to come out and interfere with your plans regardless of what you say. He choose them over me it never failed. Then he upgraded to the ne...