I remember when the abuse started.

Or at least when I first started to notice.

My life itself began to flickr.

But you didn't notice this time.

Was it because I didn't notice your pain last time?

Or was it because you were too blissfully happy?

I felt my heart begin to fall.

I remember when Everything was Perfect.

I remember when we were content just to lay in each other's arms.

I noticed you were exhausted sometimes.

But I thought that was only because,

it was just exhaustion.

Did you hate me for not noticing?