used you, abused you ,
paid penance in blood for every morsel of affection you dared to consume
malnourished and stunted my potential to feed your cosmetic debut,
inflated my pride with the uneven heaving breath of unchaste rendezvous
fractured the (pelvic) bones of your permanent home to make femur fantasies come true
conceived and carried validation (to full term) for being worthy in your womb
pumped you with oxytocin to induce contractions to deliver my real issues,
declared you unfit; leveling the playing field with my dominant demons in exchange for your submissive shades of black and blue,
And if that wasn’t enough
thrust you into the lights to fight for your life when you asked me what to do
You’ve persisted in standing by me.
Maybe it’s time I stood by you too.