By Jalecia Reid
You’re my canvas. Can’t you see? The colors black and blue make you beautiful.
Stop crying, I am only like this because of how I was raised.
I won’t do it again. I’ll fix it. I won’t hurt you anymore.
So I put up a brave front because you can smell my fear.
I’m scared of not being enough.
No, you’re not my tormentor, but something else.
When I figure it out I’ll tell you.
You make me angry. Why can’t you just listen? I only want the best for you.
You’re so unappreciative. I do everything for you. Have you ever thought of how I feel?
It’s not that bad.
No, I don’t hate you. Not at all. You just make me tired.
You don’t want me so why do you get mad when I leave?
I think you’re scared to say that you like being in control because it makes you the bad guy.
I know you like to be controlling.
You can’t leave me.
I made you.
Are you forgetting what we had? Things are just tough right now.
I promise it’ll be just like it was before.
Do you ever stop wanting more? I think you love me in your own little twisted way.
Just because I understand doesn’t make it right.
Sometimes I wonder what life would have been like if I didn’t meet you.
I’ll continue to hurt you over and over again and you’ll continue to stay.
That’s just how we work.
I don’t change, you should know this by now.
I often wonder if I made the right decision.
Do you ever get scared of what you see in the mirror?
I mean, I’ve got to thank you; you taught me how to recognize red flags.