For A Girl On The Bus

I wrote this for a girl who was sitting behind me on the bus, sobbing into her phone and clearly in an abusive relationship. She was being made to feel bad about something which clearly was only a small part of the picture. I wrote her a note which I passed to her, but she was on my mind and I’ve also written this:

It wasn’t that you burned the toast
Or forgot the butter.
It wasn’t that you missed the bus
Or lost yourself in clutter.
So, now its time to find your voice
Remember that you have a choice
Don’t let the shouting drown it out
It’s never too late to get out.
Unless you do, you’ll wonder why
You let those years of life fly by.

Because, when in a relationship you’re being made to feel bad about the small things; a burned slice of toast, leaving the tag off the bread, then it’s not really about that I’ve found. It’s a symptom of something much more wrong in the relationship which isn’t getting addressed or talked about. And, you may love that person who is abusing you, but its loving yourself more, having respect for yourself, that enables you to stand up and say, something has to change. For, we all deserve love and respect and to be treated kindly.


About Marie

An eccentric & quirky artist and writer who fills her time between fantasy roleplaying sessions with painting, writing and playing her guitar (rather badly). Usually to be found with paint-stained fingers surrounded by books and tubes of acrylic paint.
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