Ficlets

A bad mood puts my in my place,
and i have to sit here while in u hit me in the face.
I am a broken dream,
nutin is what it seems.
You walking in and out the door,
i ask where r u going and u hit me more.
I want to call the police but i don’t have the guts.
Plezz i had enough.
I won’t say anything else.
I’ll let u be by yourself.
You can have the bed you can have the bath,
you can have the food,but something else that won’t last.
The love i have given you,
becasue for a sec i thought it was true.
When you spoke the words and what u said,
but know ur messing with my head.
I will sleep in the box outside,
my shameful face i shall hide.
For it’s love that tore me apart,
for it’s me that’s ur worthless piece of art.