The words still lingered
in my mind;
the 'I love yous',
the 'I'm sorrys',
almost as if you had them set
to play like a broken record
every time you fuck up.
The fuck ups.
Those damn fuck ups.
I never knew someone could
get so angry,
until I met you.
My face stung.
My eye glued shut.
Blood poured out
onto the floor.
Yet,
all you can say was
"I'm sorry".
That was all you could
think of saying,
while I lay on the floor
in pain,
crying as I tried to keep
my mind off the pain
you just caused.
"I'm sorry".
"I'll never do it again".
"I swear".
It's all the same.
All the same.
You promised me that
you were better.
You told me that
you got help.
You made me believe.
You managed to
convince me that
I was the reason you
behaved this way.
"I'm sorry".
"I'll never do it
again".
You're right.
You won't do it again.
You can't do it again,
if I left.
But I won't leave..
you know that.
You eat that shit up.
I won't leave.
I can't.
No matter the pain
you've put me through,
this is the best place for me to be;
in pain,
screaming for help,
crying to whoever could hear me,
this is where I need to be.
Otherwise,
why would others allow me
to live like this?
About the Creator
Mel
Ever since I was a kid, I've always wrote for fun. I never saw anything of it; I just wanted to write just to write. That's why I love Vocal.
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