No Doubt, No Sense Poem by Invalid Files

I attained a consistent
Source for my life;
Labeling you as my lover
Is not right,
Labeling you as my other half,
Still sounds awkward,

A cacophony of insults,
Rants, anger- you aim them
All at me,
And I cling onto the rope,
Draped down for me to
hold on so I won't fall

You kick the ground,
Showering me with dirt
And dust,
They get in my eyes,
And they hurt,
But I can't wipe my eyes

Scissors, pens, safety pins,
One after another,
You throw them down at me,
And they hurt,
I'm not immune to pain,
So they hurt

One thing you won't touch,
Though,
Is the rope I'm hanging on,
So I don't let go,
Even if you hurt me
Because you are my life source