Abuse, misuse, and mistreat the object of your affection.
In the name of a game – hearts bound in another direction.
Not seen or keen to a face, instead this article to discard.
Senseless pain to gain, leaving our hearts forever scarred.
Heed naught, to being caught, watching you writhe in pain.
Cruelty told, does unfold – standing alone in a bloody rain.
Showering down, bleeding abound – I turn in your direction.
But you’re gone, amidst the dawn, a broken down reflection.
A man once proud, who always vowed to love me till the end.
Now merely a face, for me to retrace, this broken heart I mend.
To face the facts and brutal attacks is more than I can bear.
To admit my faults, and emotional assault, do I even dare?
Can a monster repent, a life they’ve spent or will they always be –
An abusive mass, first in their class for you see that ogre is me.
I stand alone, without a home because you were always my force.
A recluse I must be, to discover the old me, or end this in divorce.
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