He never once
hit me
But the bruises
Scars
Scratches he left
hurt more than any
fall
I’ve ever taken
down a cliff

He never once
yelled at me
But his voice
pierced
and hurting ears
worse
than any concert
could have
left
me deafened

He never once
hated me
But I have
him
But I cry
more than ever
hating the
fact
that people
all share
the same eventual
ending

I have pushed
myself
to tie
these strings
and ribbons
trying to find a way
to hold myself
together
around my
ankle and wrist

Dead to me
I find no comfort
in the shimmering
perfection
of ribbons
I’ve tied around me
trying to hold
my pieces
together