When we argue, you ball up your fists and punch the walls until both of your fists get cut open and torn. You yell and scream in my face until I have enough tears to drown in. You bring up past events that pry me open and tear me to my bone, yet you don't see your abusive tendencies. You act like my father after coming home late, smelling like cheap alcohol and putting both his fists in the wall. I don't know why you act the way you do, maybe it's my fault. I let people into my life too easily and when they treat me with only disrespect I excuse the behavior. I blame myself, I cry until I can't breathe and I bend over backwards for you and you still throw me down to the ground and make sure every ounce of love I have for you slowly and painfully fades.
-when will my love be enough. r.a









