Same as it ever was

Same as it ever was-abuser

I walked into your life
being honest I said
I have emotional baggage
which comes with fists
The baggage immediately
Became lost
On a Carousel
Upon the lust we shared
Being lost in transit
For now I feel Free
Soon it became apparent
I am still the person I was
An abuser
The baggage showed up
When you disagreed.
You hoped my apology
Was true
I did too, yet I did not
My baggage is still heavy
I will never share the weakness
Except to make you weaker
My soul is raging
My heart wants peace
Yet I strike my emotional fists
Upon you.