Broken

Yes I’m broken but not beyond repair tragically I’ve endured your lies and mental despair. Did you really think you’d completely break me, when you’ve seen that I’m clearly not that weak. I’m no longer that vulnerable woman you married many eons ago thinking you could still subdue. I’m wise to your contempt and the constant looks of self-righteous bitterness when the push has come to shove. Taking what you want at will vehemently you demand that everything goes your way with a wicked show of hand. This routine has become old As so have you my dear And yet you still don’t get it, love was your greatest fear. So yes, I am broken I’ve begun to fix what’s been done, the damage you’ve created I will find myself once again