You used to make me laugh and smile. I used to feel complete and at home with you. Your hands used to wipe away tears, even when you caused them. Your lips used to shower me with kisses and compliments, even when I didn't want them.
I used to fantasize about our future together; about our home, our kids, our life. And you did, too.
You used to love me, and I loved you back.
You used to leave love bites on my skin. Your hands used to leave marks and bruises when they were too rough. My lips used to spill lies, saying I didn't know where they came from. I used to cover for you.
You used to take your anger out on me. You used to raise your voice at me. You used to scream at me until you were red in the face.
Your lips used to spew such hate. And now they're forever still.
I used to be trapped, and now I'm free.