Are We Breaking Up Yet ?

I wonder about

the person you were before.

You were a girl once,

and you were young.

You smiled easier,

and you poke more freely.

But after seconds,

minutes,

hours,

days, months, years

of abusive marriage,

you're the mothe ow best now.

You are the monster who

lurked in the shadow

of her soul;

the darkness to complete

the sunny smiles of her girlhood.

In the years to come,

I k n ow I'll still wonder.

What girl were you?

You smiled, and

you were liked.

You were young, and

you were gentle.

I still don't k n ow anything about you.