by R. Colleen

Created on: December 12, 2008

He's not my problem anymore.
No more busted doors.
No more broken dishes.
No more bruises.

No more sleepless nights
Wondering if he is with you,
Afraid he'll come home drunk.
Afraid he'll come home.

No more walking on eggshells,
Uncertain of his mood.
No more tears.
No more fear.

He's not my problem anymore.
Those words were on my lips
Tonight when you called
Your voice racked with sobs.

It's your turn...

For busted doors
Broken dishes
Bruises

For sleepless nights wondering,
Is he drunk?
Is he with her?
Is he coming home?

No, he is not my problem anymore.

But you are.

I should have warned you

Would you have believed me?

For you, I have...

Tears,
Fears,
And sleepless nights.

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