Sorry

The words he spits at you through waves of alcohol;

Worthless.

Ungrateful.

He loves you, he screams.

He never wanted to hurt you, he screams.

Yet, explain the bruise on your cheek.

Explain the bruises on your neck.

Love? That is not love.

Bruises are not love, they are shame.

That “love” is shame.

Shame on him for thinking it’s okay,

Shame on you for letting him.

You wake up another day wondering what it brings.

Another punch?

Another aggressive kiss when he wants something you don’t,

Yet you can’t say no?

Another empty promise?

An unwanted sorry?

He begs for your forgiveness.

A convincing smile you give, to assure he is forgiven.

You have lost your forgiveness a while ago.

The alcohol on his breath betrays his sickening remorse.

Even the expensive necklace he bought you,

The one draped so elegantly around your neck,

Cannot give you the amount of strength you need to forgive him.

He will do it again.

Worthless.

Ungrateful.

Do not let him call you what he his.

Do not let him break you down.

Is this what you want your life to be?

A hit, a bruise, an unwanted sorry and an empty forgiveness?

He does know better.

He isn’t getting better.

You do deserve better.

Change your life, and you will see,

You’re everything more than what he is meant to be.

You will see, my dear, once you erase the toxins,

You can be free.

Healthy, and free.