How Naive Was I

How naive was I to think that things would ever change? How naive was I thinking that things wouldn’t just be the same? My mind was playing an evil game, of which I didn’t know, I convinced myself that his anger wouldn’t ever show. But tonight I saw that different side The one you always try to hide, scared and alone confused and hurt I listen to the apologies your as you rip my shirt. You punch and punch but they no longer hurt. There is no-one I can tell, you made sure of that I’m on my own without any friends in this tiny squalid flat. I’ve no one to blame but myself, because I chose you Thinking that you had changed but now I know that’s not true.