She always does the same thing.
I always expect different results.
My gut aches from the knots her games
bring me when she’s around. She says she loves me
wants me to be part of her life, suckers me
in
with all I’ve ever wanted.
She always does the same thing.
But each time I’m hopeful, just like the
time before.
Then she slams me with her accusations,
critiques,
blames me for everything wrong in her
life. I believe her,
try to make things better. I give of myself,
my resources, my life. She’s family, I have
to try again.
She always does the same thing.
She can go on and on for years before she
breaks,
has to hurt me as deeply and more than
ever before. She always succeeds. I always
think it’s worth it before I find myself
crawling away like a snake, unworthy as a
human.
I’m wrecked, humbled before her, pleading,
she kicks me in the gut again. Spears me in the heart.
Stands back and views her damage with some
pride.
She always does the same thing.
(Anaphora Poem)
