What Home Looks Like Now

Love was what held me together,
in times of need on my endeavor.
Blinded by the likes of you,
and the red flags I told myself weren't true.
You tore me down,
beat my essence into the ground. 
Slowly you took from me,
everything that I used to be.
The memories start to unfold,
and the truth starts to be told. 
You paint yourself so pretty,
but leave out where you left me empty.
I admit my defeat,
cause there were times I wasn't so sweet.
What did you expect to gain,
from tearing apart the heart you decided to taint. 
I became raised voices,
while you tried to justify your choices.
I became slammed doors,
when you threw my feelings to the floor.
It all became too much emotional distress, 
and I became an unstable mess. 
I did my best to communicate,
and you painted me as a bitter ball of hate.
I know that I'll be fine,
cause the fault wasn't all of mine.
You killed my internal light,
with each passing fight;
that you purposefully brought to the table,
just so you could add to your fable.
I'm bringing myself back somehow,
and this is what home looks like for now. 
You can find someone else to gaslight,
cause to me, that's no delight.