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
Copyright © Stacy Stiles | Year Posted 2008
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