He raised his voice
Just one time
When he raised his hand,
You hardly flinched
It’s as if his words already
Hit just like punches
So when the fists flew,
You noticed no difference
You made excuses and hid the truth
Hoping you could change him
But that wasn’t your job
You’re worth so much more
Than being someone’s tape and glue
You deserve feeling the warmth of the sun
And dancing in your underwear
You deserve a love that pours into you
Just as much as you pour into it
You deserve the gentle hand on your cheek
And deep rest through the night
He raised his hand
Just one time
And that one time
Did not stop there

Wow. ‘Being someone’s tape and glue’. Beautifully written
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