He calls me names
He criticizes
Runs me down
But justifies it
No rationalizing
No comprehension
His anger builds
Within his dimension
Our roles reversed
But he’s still blind
I ask myself
Why do I hide?
Intimidation, humiliation,
I question his motive
My defense beneath his microscope
While my heart screams back, forgive
At times I fear a final shove
The past has not been kind
Forced to fight for this thing called 'love'
‘Sorry’, said too many times!
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