The Weapon of Choice

You didn’t have to hit me to form a scar You didn’t have to make a fist to make a mark You didn’t have to use any force Your choice of weapon was your voice The damage it caused wasn’t yours The hurt I felt as you cut into my core These scars I bare entirely by choice Because I stayed when you raised your voice Love to me meant loyalty I stayed to be your queen indeed I thought I reigned in your heart and history How lucky am I now to have gained my liberty I hope the next one loves you less Not because I hate you because I don’t, yeah yes But because it may be easier for her to leave When she finally sees what she needs to see I don’t believe you are inherently bad And no you weren’t always mad You were charming enough for me to fall in love with you Yet when I mentioned a problem all help you refused Experience is mine to gain through this trial For you still see yourself through the eyes of a child I’ve now enjoyment in a life without strife And look to be surrounded by good in my life Being cut loose for me was the best For now I can finally take some rest I don’t have to always be on my guard For peace and happiness you no longer rob Written - February 08, 2021 - 5 PM