YOU CALL THIS LOVE?

One, cold day in December,
The year was 1996.
You walked into my life.
Later on, with your kind, blue eyes,
You asked….
‘Will you be my wife’?
I didn’t listen with my head
My heart did all the talking.
Then one day…..
You gave the crashing blows…..
And I sent you walking!
A few days passed,
Then, like a fool…..
I let you back into my life.
You said, you loved me…
After all, I was your wife!
I thought you’d change.
Your promise….
Words said in vain.
Then, you hit me in the eye,
My head, my heart…..
Filled up with pain!
With hands around my neck,
You sat, watching me bleed!
Then, you blamed it all on me.
But it was you…
Who did the dirty deed.
Your love, your heart,
So filled with rage, so mad!
‘It’s all your fault’, you said.
You then accused me of being bad!
I need to ask…..
‘Why did you hurt me so?
With battered faces and unloved spaces……
‘Why’? I’d truly like to know!
Stripped naked, raw to the bone.
Our house, empty of love…
Never felt like a home.
My confidence, slowly feigned.
Tears slowly dripping, slowly slipping,
Like rain on a windowpane.
So many lost and wasted years.
So much pain, hurt and tears.
Now, I bid you a lonely…..
    ‘Farewell’.
I want you to know
Dammit, it still….
     HURTS LIKE HELL!