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?