Subtle Rains• Show poetry

I opened the door,
  and stepped into my past....

Once again~
  the little girl came back
ready to jump in the corner~
  crouch down on the floor
  in the closet
    and lose her mind for a while.

What is he doing?
  Why did he leave?
   Who is he with?
What will be his excuse to hurt
   me this time?

Inside I shake,
  Inside I scream,
  but it gets me no where,
so the numbness craves it's place....

       My blood begins to boil.....
                    my tears....
what tears have I left inside....

       I've cried so many of them.

My fists clench hard
as my anger grows,
   and I beat you,
but the pain wanders

  from my fists
   to my thighs....
harder and harder because I HATE YOU....

       I hate that I stay .....
    I hate that I love you....
 I hate that you enjoy abusing me like IT'S A JOKE!!....
     your family and friends laughing,
                                                      watching
          as you play out your role to me.

All time has passed,
and you've forgotten.....
unaware the damage done.

     It matters not to you.....

why should it?

A day,
today.... ruined....
a piece of my new happiness,
because today my door opened
and again you were gone.