You taught me abuse was love, and love was abuse.
You said my only value was in how I could be used.
I spent most of my youth learning how to die and defuse.
You could be kind and equally cruel.
One day I’m trash, the next a priceless jewel.
My mind left battered and confused.
I’ll never forget the look you gave me when I ever refused.
The suffering I lived through, it kept you secretly amused.
Power and control, you loved them every day.
Fear was your favorite, you knew no other way.
Violence in your eyes, with an aim to kill.
Your heart held no love, no compassion to feel.
Yet I loved you still.
I loved you still.