Comfortable being Miserable

you were completely comfortable being miserable like pain was a roommate like the yelling was a lullaby like love was supposed to sting, and silence meant everything was fine he broke you in chapters never enough to close the book just enough to fold the page over so he knew where he was up to you wore makeup like armour told yourself “it’s not that bad. he's just mad. he loves me.” but love doesn’t leave handprints love doesn’t apologise through locked doors love doesn’t come home smelling like fear you were completely comfortable being miserable but comfort isn’t safety and miserable isn’t love so one day she packed her silence and left the echo behind it wasn’t brave at first it was shaking hands on doorknobs a suitcase filled with second guesses fear braided tight like her hair she cried as she walked on the road to nowhere felt the weight of every “what if,” every “he didn’t mean it,” every “maybe i’m the problem.” but she walked anyway shoes worn thin heart heavier than her bags and maybe she didn’t know where she was going but she finally knew what she wasn't going back to