Saying sorry helps a little
but it does not heal these wounds
the ones that pierce this flesh
are much harder ones to soothe
through anger you are liberated
each bruise a work of art
a collection nurtured by your hands
an urge that will never part
Leaving you is critical
a way for me to mend
but loving you has been my curse
and I fear this pain won't end


I don't know why you felt the need
to 'put me in my place'
to hurl abuse,
to spite and bruise
and savour my disgrace
in vain I hope to stop
that fuse
that ignites such ugliness
but the strength in me, is all but gone
sad tales of lost happiness

I'm not sure when your vision blurred
and jealousy took hold
don't know why you changed your tone
or why you became so cold
did not understand how inflicting pain
could ease your troubled soul
or how this 'alleged' act of love
could somehow make you whole

Instil in me some form of hope
a reason to forgive
I fear I've had enough my love
I no longer wish to live

Written & (c) by Roselie Luafutu 2008