pointing your bloody, calloused fingers at me,
gas-lighting to never expose your own behavior
crying crocodile tears, a heavy weight embedded in my chest,
I never felt safe with you,
every day was a new test
who knows what brought us together?
now you say I'm to blame
so sensitive and crazy,
and now I refuse to speak your name
I pity you, poor soul so lost,
too disturbed to see your own role
and while I crawled to face my demons
you'd strike me down, preferring to see me fall
but what great light I found
in consoling my own spirit
clearing me of your heavy words
your negativity was fine crafted poison in a goblet
you promised me security,
but your "haven" was more like hell
and I am so relieved to find
that your hostility I've learned to dispel
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