Verbal Punchbag

Soft voice, hard words.
This is what I receive.
Your sharpened tongue cuts through my soul,
And waits for me to bleed.
You cannot take the punches back, although they show no bruise.
It's torture living with you.

The hatred is strong.
The anger more powerful than your image suggests.
Your apologies are hollow. I know you will be back, same curses, same expectations.

You say it's an illness, then why am I the one to suffer.
I walk away, it's always my fault, but alone is not your chosen company.

I'll take my battered shell away, I'll protect what is my own.
I cannot take it any more.

Goodbye my dear- we have both lost from this game.