A Story Told

look at the state of you your face turned up as if i were rotten saying your a bloody mess one's heart falls in hurt a deep churning pain in its ache hunting me back home deep inside i begin to cry mopping the floor hanging the washing out just for peace when i start cooking you begin saying i am a rubbish cook can you not say something nice to me how many times call me disgusting one day i will speak why did i not walk out sooner beats me i tried to make it work you shoosh me when i speak everything is always about you when you speak its always moaning complaining no one listens you do not want to hear what i have to say everything is about you never wanting to hear what i have to say my shoulders become so very heavy i put the dishes away to avoid argument when i sweep the floor you say it is only half done exhausted with abuse i begin by not wanting to hold you anymore loosing heart my barriers they begin rising nothing is ever right i just realise that it is not working this is not love not saying anything bad you have pushed me away god knows how many times cleaning the worktop i do not enjoy anything anymore looking into the night sky at the stars alone i cry today you gave me one choice the last bit of me poetry or you so i wrote this as i could not speak i began writing my thoughts i never once moaned to you about anything so sad you have broke my heart so many times you hurt me i can not take it anymore its like being near me makes your skin crawl you say how i eat is disgusting even calling me a pig laughing at me all i hear is verbal hurt you say i am boring walking along the beach i begin looking at shells little stones i try to share handing you little colourful one's you throw them on the ground saying i make you sick you have no interests in my mind i have it summed up can not take it anymore you have no respect for me deeds say it all then you put the dagger in saying i look real old i hit back just had enough nobodies slave now its over there is nothing wrong with me i have no bother finding myself a woman one who will treat me right then you laughed at me saying who has tickets on himself i looked at you for the very first time stronger now i speak the truth its over happier to live on my own without mental torture i pack my bags then i leave a weight lifted of my shoulders i prayed each night crying to god he gave me the answer it was staring me all the time in the face i was to soft