Excepting More Truth

I can be a bit hard to read ...
One of the reasons why it was easy,
for him to let go of me.
He wasn't strong enough to build me up.
He fought back instead of holding on tight,
as I would fight him in my sleep.

He began to hate the burden of me.
I was suffering, losing sleep.
He came home, taking his anger out on me.
Whether work brought him more problems ...
Or the child got into everything ...
Just another fucking excuse for him to unleash.

I just wanted someone to talk to,
but his words turned into a bruise.
When I thought it couldn't get worse,
more secrets he endorsed.

Maybe if I wasn't so absorbed in numbing the facts,
I could've quickly learned that
he didn't truly didn't care about me like he said ...
Over and over again.

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