forgiveness?

i am left with scars and bruises
dealt of your hand, your words, rather your lies.
beaten and ripped,
weakened and whipped,
just another fallen subject of your cruelty.

what have you left?
a swollen pride, puffed up by your selfishness?
a cold heart inflated by your bitter lies?

i dangle in threads, and you a blanket of wool.

and what do i say?
everything is ok?
you lie and you cheat
yet, it’s fine? its ok?
you’ve battered my heart
you’ve ripped me apart
you’ve stolen and screamed
and yet all is ok?

as you smirk and you shriek
must i now turn my cheek
and give you a new game to play?
maybe bruised but not weak,
i cannot find words to speak
to a god who suggests that i pray.