Rain (3:00 AM Calls Part 3)

I sit outside
The rain falling
Soaking my clothes

His tirade echoed
His cold anger
On constant repeat

"I've done everything
I possibly can
For your happiness
And you refuse
To accept love
Is it me?"

He would demand
His hand gripping
My throat, tight

I just stood
Accepting his words
For I knew

I hadn't love
Not anymore really
Not for awhile

I knew it
He knew it
We were ended

For now anyway
I, his poison
He, my toxin