Maybe he didn't hit her, but his calls had always to be answered right away or he would be very cross.
Maybe he didn’t hit her, but he often managed to make her feel guilty for getting upset after something he had done hurtful to her.
Maybe he didn't hit her, but she had to walk on eggshells every day to ensure he was satisfied enough to remain calm and happy.
Maybe he didn't hit her, but he made her feel stupid like she couldn't do anything right.
Maybe he didn't hit her, but he stole her sense of comfort and security leaving her paranoid and crazy.
He would treat her like a princess on Tuesday and on Wednesday throw a tantrum over a meal not to his taste.
He would buy her an expensive gift on Friday and leave her alone on Saturday night crying herself to sleep because she had decided to stand up for herself for once.
He was broken and he broke her. You're so fucked up, girl...
Never mind. All this shit is part of her past now, can't harm her anymore.
And yet...why is she still...
Unable to be in the moment, always on her guard and wary of others, escaping into a world of her own, daydreaming, in order to keep the black dog at bay... if only barely.
Pining for someone unattainable who doesn't give a damn about her... there was a time he cared... or...not? I know it's over, it never really began... still I cling...
Everyday hoping for the sunshine of his smile but more often than not walking in the rain of his obliviousness.
Don't look at me
That's best, don't notice me...
