Broken

It started off so perfect & nice.

Flowers, compliments, kisses on the forehead.

Lasting days, weeks & many months.

But that's how everything begins, right?

I was craving the love & fell into it fast.

Soon you showed me a side I didn't know could exist in someone I saw to be so inhumanly perfect.

But that side was there,

& it came out to play more & more with each passing day.

I am fearful because you are unpredictable.

I never know when you will snap next.

And when you do-

Broken glass everywhere,

Furniture flipped,

Holes in the walls.

Soon after the rage,

you fall fast asleep,

& I always feel a deep relief.

Apologies & regret the next day.

"Babe, I swear that wasn't me. It won't happen again."

Fixing the damages from the night before.

Replacing the items that were smashed all over the floor.

Then everything's back to normal for the day.

Over and over and over again.

When will it stop?

Why are you this way?

Why can't I fix you?

I just want to help.

Your broken soul is breaking me now.