Pain ~ A poem

I pull away as he grasps my hand in vain. 

He pulls back, befuddled and stung by the pain

My silver rings slashed across his knuckles

I simply stood and watched his struggles

Well it was his fault indeed, for provoking me

It was his responsibility, so let him feel guilty

He was the predator, but now he’s the prey

Let him face the consequences, what else must I say

He repeatedly asks me “why” but I ignore his pleas

Let him beg, let him even sit on his knees

I refuse to explain, leaving him hanging like he would do

All those bittersweet moments of the past you can’t undo

He tries to clutch my shoulder again

But I pull away, I restrain

I give my shoulder another quick jerk

And as his face crumples, on my cheeks appear a wide smirk

He drops onto his knees and looks up

My eyes get blurry, I feel a tear drop

Does he realize his faults? But I am mistaken 

His next few words had me shaken

“It wasn’t my fault. You started it”

I stared at his face in disgust with my teeth grit

What was he saying? Such an egoistic self

I clenched my jaw in anger and grabbed a vase off the shelf

Blinded by anger, I hurled it at him

He ducked in time and looked at me with his face grim

“Accept it. Don’t let anger get in the way” he protested

I just leered at that terrible face I detested

“You’d better stop talking. Or your breathing will stop instead”

I screamed as I threw another ornament at his head

“Calm down, calm down” he exclaimed

No emotions on his face, he looked completely unashamed

“It was your fault. Don’t try to deny. I did nothing!”

He yelled as I tried to compose myself, get rid of that feeling

But how could I, when I was being accused

And his face was so blank, just so bemused.

He pulls away as I grasp his hand in vain

I pull back, befuddled and stung by the pain

His golden rings slashed across my knuckles

He simply stood and watched my struggles...