The Day I left

I stared at him that night, I watched him fall into his deep slumber. I then went to the bathroom, looked in the mirror and asked myself “is this who I became?” I had bruises on my arms, self inflicted is what they called them. I decided to pack my bags, packing everything that had a memory attached to it. No one is concerned with my problems, yet they walk on eggshells around me. Wondering when the next show is going to happen, yet I don’t know either. I grab my white flip flops, my “Falling Up” t-shirt, and my faded blue jeans. Pack them in my ”Hello Kitty” gym bag. He’s still lying there asleep not knowing whats going on. The Show. I pack my bag with more things; the picture frame with some random dog in it, the cooking spatula, and the TV remote, maybe I should take the living room rug. As I grab these “things” I continuously wipe the tears that are falling from my eyes. When I’m finally not able to pack any more “valuables” I grab his truck keys.
I drive to the bridge where we got married, barely able to see through the rain.
I kiss the railing and soon the rain is falling into big fat drops. I climb back into his truck and cry some more, yelling at myself for being this weak; stubborn. I grab the bag and slam the truck door. The first thing grab is my outfit, the outfit you first struck me in. No one saw or heard my cry when I ran away from you. I hold it and then I let the outfit slip through my fingers and fall into the river 10 feet below. I then get the spatula, you made me dinner to apologize and hoped I would take you back; it worked, I did. I throw it out of anger, I can’t believe I was dumb enough to fall for you. The TV remote is next, we watched your TV show and you got upset when I changed it. You then punished me with the remote, giving me multiple bruises on my leg; I let it drop. The picture frame with the random dog is the last of it. I came home late, without argument or warning; you threw it. You grabbed me and then threw me against the wall. The original frame broke, this is the replacement; but that same night I cut myself over and over.
I get in the truck and soon our song comes on; becomes a motivator. I put it in neutral and push. I watched it plummet those 10 feet, taking the railing I kissed with it.