boredom leads to false writings

I have stuck by you through the storms.
Your head, my head, life in general.
I took your virginity,
as you cupped my heart so tightly.
So tightly you made it burst,
into a billion spouts,
slowly leaking from my chest,
over my stomach and legs to my feet.
You bruised my face, neck, arms, stomach.
& I stood close when you grasped my waist,
teary eyed and saying you were sorry,
that you loved me
"no more,
never again."
And yet, again and again it happened.
I've stood close for a year.
I've stood close in silence.
Never showing anyone the scars.
And at that party, where you slapped me around.
They saw me naked.
I showed all, everything I tried so hard to keep
between us,
behind locked doors
tucked away in that back corner of my mind.
Every little secret I never wanted them to know.
My coworkers, friends, family.
& so, I'm done, over. Moving on.
I've given you enough chances this past year.
I will not be shackled down by your "love" anymore.