I stayed.

I stayed through the screaming, the blame, and the fight,
through endless dark hours and long sleepless nights.
You picked your own battles, stirred drama for show,
just to feed demons you’d never let go.
You posted your body for strangers to see,
half-naked displays that were aimed straight at me.
Not for attention you lacked in our bed,
but for power—to wound me, to live in my head.
You hid what we were, like I wasn’t enough,
played single online while you made my life tough.
And when I asked why, you spun it with lies,
or twisted the blame with those cold, angry eyes.
You accused me of cheating while guilty yourself,
made me question my morals, my worth, my own self.
You tossed me aside just to pull me back near,
threatened to leave so I’d live in that fear.
You said I was perfect, your beautiful queen,
then cut me to pieces, cruel, ugly, obscene.
You mocked my own body, the face that you kissed,
and shattered the woman who once just… existed.
You claimed you want marriage, forever, and trust,
but leave me abandoned whenever you must.
You torch what is sacred, you poison our love,
then cry you’re the victim while pushing and shove.
You made me walk daily on eggshells, in dread,
too scared of each word, every move, every breath.
You swore that you saw things that weren’t ever true,
said you had “proof,” but it never came through.
You heard phantom voices that weren’t ever there,
convinced I was hiding some ghost in the air.
Secretly recording, suspicious, insane,
you carved paranoia into my veins.
You chained me to cars, to long hours outside,
and accused if I picked up my phone or would hide.
If I lingered in bathrooms, if I took too long,
you swore it was proof I was doing you wrong.
And yet—here I stand, though you’ve beaten me down,
through torment, suspicion, betrayal, and frowns.
Because love doesn’t reason, it binds, it deceives,
it whispers “he’s yours, stay and never leave.”
I loved the beginning—the way you once were,
the butterflies, laughter, your sweet whispered words.
You waited for me like the world might just end,
wrapped me in arms that could break or could mend.
You wrote me love poems, you studied my face,
you promised forever, a home, a safe place.
You smiled like a sunrise, so golden, so true,
and I thought I had finally found someone who would cherish me deeply, not break me apart,
would guard me instead of devouring my heart.
But now I live cursed in this cycle of pain,
fighting for glimpses of love through the chains.
You say I don’t smile, don’t laugh like I should,
but how can I when you crush all that is good?
And then when I do, you question, accuse,
like joy on my face is a weapon you’ll use.
You took the bright woman I once used to be,
the loving, soft spirit, the laughter, the me…
the one you swore daily you wanted to hold,
and shattered her soul with your anger grown cold.
And still, I stay. Through the torment, the burn.
Through the fear that the man I first met won’t return.

Moody Synthwave with Haunting Melodies and Deep Bass, female