Sour love

We always said I love you,

Like a mechanical machine,

After the blows had fallen,

Making it better than it seemed,



I used to wander where it started,

Why your temper turned so cruel,

But soon I sadly realised that,

I was the spark, you were the fuel,



The tears pouring down your cheeks,

As soon as I wanted to leave,

Dried up when I changed my mind,

Too many times to still believe,



The bruises, the scratches, the pain inside,

A cold sharp blade against my throat,

Your fingers closing around so hard,

Looking into your eyes as you watched me choke,



There was no emotion there inside you,

Just the anger and your rage,

If you'd murdered me right there and then,

Things would have carried on just the same,



It makes me wander so hard,

What did I ever really see?

Because the man I fell in love with,

Would have never done this to me,



Still your assault continued,

After many warnings from family,

You said you got so wound up,

Everything became so blury,



I felt so scared, so weak, defencless,

As everyone just took your side,

You never saw me crumble at all,

Locking the door each time I cried,



Yet into the mix came our daughter,

A baby born into our awful mess,

After ruining her strong spirit,

You'd have destroyed what was left,



So I'm proud to say it out loud,

I had the strength to finally leave,

To let you rot, degrade and ferment,

With all the memmories of what you did

                  to me,