Remember

Remember that night a few years ago?
I'm sure you do.

Remember how it started out so nicely? 
Sitting, talking.
Peace?

Remember how it turned out so badly? 
Fleeing, crying, screaming? 

Remember how you promised never to hurt me again? 
How you were begging on your knees? 

Notice how that night replays itself over and over,
always ending with you begging for forgiveness?
Promising that it won't happen again? 

Do you feel guilty,
when you see the bruises on my arm? 

Do you feel guilty,
when you hear the lies I tell?

The excuses I make,
like why I can't go swimming,
why I never wear t-shirts? 
If you do, why do you keep hurting me?

Why does the night always turn bad?
Why does it end with me cowering in a corner? 

I just want to know, 
to understand. 

Why do you  this to me? 
Does it give you a feeling of power? 
Make you feel better? 

Why do you do it?
 I don't understand. 

Do you like to see the fear in my eyes? 
Do you like how I creep around when you're near, 
trying not to make you angry? 

If you do, 
why do you say you're sorry afterwords? 

To make it hurt even more the next time? 
To grind the betrayal further into my bones, my skin, my body, my mind. 

You say you're sorry but you're not.
If you were,
you would stop. 

Author's Note

What do you think? Anything I could change/improve? Does the title fit? Anything in specific you like or dislike?

Reviews

[Laura Maidah]

Aesthetically perrrrrfect. With a billion "r"s. And SPaG is, of course, impeccable. Quite rare on this site. The last stanza is a great way to keep momentum and resolve the poem.

[Isabelle Faye]

Thanks.

[Legolas]

This is perfect. Im sorry if this is a personal experiance:( the title is perfect. Its scary to read. Great job anyhow. Your emotion is really coming out and lets me know how much thought you put into this