OKAY

You stand there and do nothing.

You stand there and are silent.

You watch but don't see.

I'm hurting from the blow to my arm and from the cutting words that are thrown.

I'm hurting from the pain you caused in that one moment of lost control.

I'm hurting from the broken trust that is lying in pieces on the floor.

I'm hurting from the hope thats being crushed, from the security I felt before now no more.

Tears falling as justifications flow from my month.

Trying to make up excuses, trying to talk it away but

It's not OK.