A work of art

Hold me,
Hold me through the darkness, hold me until the light shines through.
You promised me, you’d hold my hand and kiss me through every battle wound.
I loved you with every square inch of my soul, even believed we were destined and that we were two parts to a whole.
Destined to live a life full of laughter, kids running around and a life to which we could grow old.
Oh how I was wrong, so very wrong.
I trusted you, you trusted me but you only trusted me with half of your heart and I trusted you with every fiber of my being.
I promised to love you through the good, the bad and the ugly but I never imagined that you were going to be the reason I’d need therapy.
You abused me, tormented me day and night.
I’d try to hide from your violence and muster up the courage to fight but it always ended with the same result. You’d bust that door down and tell me how much of a horrible person I was and how I made your life a living hell. After each domestic dispute you’d sit me down and tell me you loved me with every ounce of blood that coursed through your veins… with every empty promise and every half spoken apology, I’d take you back.
Silly me.
I finally gained the courage to kick you out and now all that’s left is a woman with a broken and tainted heart
I took the pieces you broke after you left, sat at my own table and mended myself day and night.
Even promised myself never to ever let a man treat me like I was his own personal display of decorative art.
You took my old self with you and let me create an untouchable version, not even you and your charms could get through.
I am a woman, we fall, we break but we always get back up.
You lit my burnt out spark and now all I can do is advise you to sage your soul before I become your never ending nightmare of unhinged art.