Despite what I have done for you,

No matter what I said,

You never cared for me,

Even when you said you did.

I told you that I loved you,

And you said that you felt the same, 

But when your hands went where they weren't welcome,

I wondered why you did it.

Was it because you loved me,

That your hands wandered and grabbed?

Should I have stopped you,

Should I have ended it then?

I know now that the answer is yes.

It took me 5 years to get used to you, 

To numb myself to the pain of your hands,

To the pain of your threats,

I ended it too late. 

I made too many mistakes. 

But I know that you won't do it again.

I won't give you that chance. 

You had no right to touch me,

I had every right to leave.

Here I am, 

Happier now, 

Without the pain and grief.