You won’t ever have to contend with the damage you caused 

Even if you come to contend with me

And I , who still love you, cannot hold you accountable 

For the damage you caused to me 

For what you made me see, hear, do, scream

For begging you on my knees in my own living room 

When I said I would never beg again.

Do you make a liar of me? Or a cheat? Or just

Someone small, hopeful, crying, bruised

And waiting for your eyes to look like your own again.