When I tell people he was abusive
They tell me I’m lucky he didn’t kill me
I wish he had
Because his words left bruises
They acted like daggers
Every time I tried to escape his grip I got
“I can’t live without you.”
“I’ll kill myself if you leave. You’re all I have.”
Every time people talk about him around me
I feel as if there’s an elephant in the room
That I have to tiptoe around as if not to shatter their view of him
Because it was never about me
But about him and his reputation
I can’t breathe because he placed stones on my chest in an attempt to muffle my screams to get out
People tell me I’m lucky he didn’t kill me
I wish he did
The pain of people telling me how much they love him and how amazing he is
Feels like I’m already halfway there