My hands
Once soft to the touch
Are a victim of your presence.
My throat
Once singing longing poetry
Is a victim of your tone.
My voice
Once soft to all with love from my heart
Is a victim of your volume.
The girl I once was
Who clung to you like a lifeline
Is a victim of your alcoholism.
Now you must face the monster
That you turned me into.
Your hands
Now tainted with my blood
Are a victim of my heart.
Your throat
Now scratchy from your volume
Is a victim of my love.
Your voice
Now hushed from the pain I showed you
Is a victim of my empathy.
Now I must face the monster
That I finally caged.
But at what expense?
I had to bleed my heart out
For you to listen.
But you didn’t.
I had to tell you how much I loved you
For you to listen.
But you didn’t.
I had to put my pain aside for you to see me
For you to listen.
But. You. Didn’t.
All of my heart.
All of my love.
All of my empathy.
It means nothing to you.
My heart won’t stop you
From acting like nothing happened.
Cause you will.
My love won’t stop you
From your angry tone making an appearance.
Cause it will.
My empathy won’t stop you
From raising your voice at me when you’re drunk.
Cause you will.
The monster you are,
The monster you were,
The monster I caged,
Would not let me say my peace.
So I had to speak
In a way
I knew
You’d listen.
So I made my presence feared.
I made my tone angry.
I raised my voice.
I guess what I’m trying to say is
That in order to cage
The monster,
You must give in
And become the monster
Yourself.