It all started with the whispers;
Loud enough for me to hear it all,
Yet I was naive as hell for me to question it.
A tower of used tissues and a wet pillow was my daily constant,
I ignored the signs and
Life continued (in oblivion).
Next came the verbal fights;
Exhausted to be involved with all the drama,
Yet, I fought back for my beliefs and values.
Through all the silent treatment followed by gaslighting,
I ignored the emotional drainage and
Life continued (slightly depressed).
Followed by the abuse;
Your raised voices never scared me,
As much as the image of you lifting your arm.
I locked myself in a room to escape you,
I tried to ignore this, calling it a mistake and
Life continued (with scars).
The final phase of you and me;
Betrayal was all that you were known for,
Yet my heart swayed when you stabbed me.
My strings were damaged beyond repair for you to pull,
I could no longer ignore the toxicity,
I wanted to continue a happy life,
Without you in it.
World of Jeana 