i tend to write a lot about my abuser but this one may be triggering so be cautious when reading. He kissed her scars One peck on each wrist So he wouldn't feel guilty When he grabbed them. He bought her flowers, A bouquet of daisies a day, So his insults seemed a little less bitter And his jealousy, less manipulative. He made her smile each day So he wouldn't feel remorse When he stole her things And stole her friends. She never thought of freedom, However the days when he was gone Were much better Than when he haunted her presence. She wanted to stay with him Because he would always tell her, “No one has ever loved me, stuck with me, Quite as long as you have.” She wanted to save him Because he tried to kill himself twice And said it was her friends' faults, Never taking responsibility. She tried to stand up for herself And decided she could stand no longer, And when her own suicide attempt failed She decided it was not the standing up she couldn't bear. It was him.