Nails

You hated that I bit my nails,
You'd say, they felt like stubs on your back
when we made love.
It didn't stop there.
I was too loud, I was too quiet,
I cut my hair too short, forgot to wash a dish,
Didn't wear enough makeup, have enough sex,
my waist was getting too big.

When I got tired of his abuse,
I found myself single, his words, running through my head,
nobody wants to date a girl with stubs.
So I grew my nails, pretty and long
And to my disappointment, I realized he won.
So I filed them into sharp tips,
So I'll always remember,
to protect myself from men like him.

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