I Won'T Go Back
Though I now live the life I’ve always wanted,
sometimes by hurtful memories I’m haunted.
Some images of you are harsh reminders
of how I worshiped you, while wearing blinders.
I wept through your emotional abuses.
As they increased, I made my lame excuses:
“He works so hard; his job is really trying!
He’s always sorry when he sees me crying.”
As time wore on, I feared I would awaken,
alone; this gnawing anguish left me shaken.
I couldn’t fathom ever being able
to leave. I see now I had grown unstable.
I started praying fervently, believing
that someday I’d escape; I’d cease my cleaving
and shed not one more tear. I am truly grateful
I had the strength to leave a man so hateful.
When I moved out, you thought I’d be returning.
You begged for months, insisting you were “yearning
to prove my love”! I’ve been firm in repeating
“I won't come back,” confirming your unseating!
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