Her eyes look at me when she thinks I don’t see
The beams of hatred feel like shards of glass plunging into me
Her words cut my skin like tiny knives
She waits for my reaction; waiting to see me run
I have learned to bite my tongue; many times bleeding
The hurt inside is terrible; the years have done nothing to lessen
My protection has been the promise forced at a death
A death that should have released her but instead bound her
Her retaliation was then her words used against those I love
Forcing the abandonment she wants yet it only fueled that hate
She has put scars on my emotions; my psyche
I carry physical scars on my scalp and face-no one knows
Yet I can forgive and even forget
There are times where she is kind; I want to love her
Then she has to spoil it by saying
It’s her house and she hates me as she points to the door
MSM©Oct 2014
