Pillow Fights

We used to have pillow fights

The kind at a girl's slumber party

We'd groan in the morning light

Streaming through the old window

And you would call me those names

The cute ones like baby, hun, sweetie

You said I put others to shame

And made aware I was important

But one day those names changed

I can't remember when it went wrong

You reminded me, I was deranged

And received names similar

Crazy, psycho were common

You spat all of them at me

Your voice hoarse, my fault far too often

Escalating your anger and my fear

We used to have painful fights

The kind that leave bruises for a while

Friends questioned if I was alright

Sunlight still streamed through the old window