Cycle Of My Abuse Poem by Marlena Scott

Excuses I made for you
People didnt have a clue
You tell me, you didnt mean it
Maybe I didnt care one bit
I told myself not to make you upset
But that wasnt what was met
Honeymoon stage things went great
You would even take me out on a date
Thinking the abuse was over
Somehow you got colder
We went back to our routine
Like returning to a crime scene
The normal ups and downs
Without me making any sounds
Tension was like walking on eggshells
The game look easy thats why it sells
Afraid to upset you by what I do
Only if people really knew
Trigger started when I didnt ask for permission
I wanted to disappear like a magician
No is what I told you to sex
Can you imgaine what happen next.