Youtry to make me hate you,
With force of fists and bruises
And broken bones drowned in tears;
But still I return in simpering subservience
And that just makes you hate me more.
You don't understand how I put up
With fountains of abuse, or ignore the blood
Dripping from battered face and fractured nose.
And neither do I: I am not sightless,
I have long given up the farce –
The blind belief that it won't happen again
You have long given up saying sorry
The toxic lies of meaningless apologies,
So what am I still doing here?