Yes! I still love you,
I still feel I miss you,
But those swollen eyes of mine,
That day stitch marks on my scalp were nine,
The cigarette burn marks on my skin,
Those bruises on my chin,
They speak to me, ask me questions,
Of whether I am in my illusions,
Or am I in those darkest of dungeons,
Where I ain't supposed to have any aspirations?
Okay! You say I have a big heart,
I should forget the hurt,
As my heart is still with you,
I need to forgive you too,
But what about those uneasy interactions you forced upon me?
Should I forget the misery you brought upon me?
People call me whore because I was tricked,
And you had me meticulously picked,
For you to fulfill your desires,
Against my wishes, I was forced upon with various sires.
Yes! I have the duty of a wife,
So you say I should resolve my strife,
I fear it's not a mere fight anymore,
I have lost myself in the process of extracting metal from the ore,
Your violence and abuses failed you as a spouse,
And still you command me to return to that sick house,
I wanted to say you, I am not meant for the cage,
Leaving you could be a good decision, you too shall realize with age,
I ponder and ponder, for as long as I could,
The way your domination prevailed and in future would...