Your leisurely aggression;
Holding my love as a possession
Mistaking regression for passion
And intimidation for commitment
Holding power over my actions
Analyzing each of my affections
But ignoring all your own reflections.
My dreams of you are strong
But My values and yours don’t get along
Your past became my present
Your demeanor became so fucking unpleasant
Domestic abuse category
There is no glory in a romance like this.
You never even said ‘sorry’
For the panic ignited by your fist.
You turned for a second and I walked straight ahead
One foot in front of the other and clouds of fear in my head
The only conclusion I got from my confusion
Was that I had to leave
No regrets but deep cuts of grief.
Normalized toxicity, reducing my neuroplasticity,
enabling your fragile masculinity to exploit my emotional labor
I am done doing people that favor.