How Expensive is the Abuse?
That bruise must have been expensive my love.
How much did it cost you?
Getting home late after stopping to help a stranger?
Not practicing a piece of music because you got the call that your best friend was dead?
Accidentally breaking a glass while doing the dishes just to be kind?
You made your whole life about being compassionate, and he bruises you for it.
He breaks you for it.
He drug’s you for it.
He shoves you around,
he beats you until your hair is matted with blood and you can’t see straight for it.
He lives in your house.
He makes the money.
He makes the rules.
You pay the price.
My god the day I saw a text from “Dad” on your phone
promising to beat you until you were numb, I cried.
And I’ve been fighting so hard for you ever since.
And I will fight for you until the day you die, my wonderful beautiful friend.
I am terrified for you.
I am terrified for me.
But whatever it takes, I am here, and I will not stand idle and watch you be hurt.