I choke back tears,
doing an exceptional job at concealing my fears.
I scrub a little harder,
increase the temperature of the water.
These scars don't always go away,
at least not today.
If you say I love you one more time, I swear,
lies are the last thing I want to hear.
But I'll heal,
forgetting these unpleasant ordeals.
Don't expect an apology, when you're the one who committed the felony.
I may be battered, but in the end it's you who is hurting yourself.
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