How many times will you repeat "I’m sorry" for the things that you say,

Do you think I will endure it, day after day?

Where are the moments of happiness, the moments of bliss,

Do you think that it would hurt less if you used your fist?

Why are you with me if you really feel this way,

There is the door, have I begged you to stay?

You accuse me of caviling, of trying to smother,

My life will go on, one way or another.

Respect is all I ask, do I ask for too much?

A kind word, a show of love, a tender touch,

This is all that I ask, do I ask too much?

-Margi C.

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