You Weren't Sorry (acrostic sonnet)

You slammed me up against the bedroom wall
Or pinned me down beneath your heavy weight.
Until I got a clear sense of it all,
When you fed me stories, I simply ate.
Each time you would feign some sort of remorse.
Reacting to your act, I'd just give in.
Even when it was clearly fake, of course,
Nevertheless, I hoped peace could begin.
Today I see your "tears" for what they were,
Sorry excuses, empty emotions,
Overt attempts to control me for sure,
Recycled garbage and false devotion.
Recalling how you hurt me, oh so cold,
Your claims are not just lies, they're getting old.