Flat on the wooden floor I lay, endless tears,
I was weak and fragile, but kept my hands near to shield me from his pounding fists
Abused and treated like a nobody, I had no voice of my own
I suppressed my howling and dared not talk back to prevent another beating,
He walked away and I waited, still very shaken,
When I was sure I could get up, I did and soothed my wounds.
It was already dawn as I got ready for bed,
He held me and told me he was sorry, it was just his mood
I loved this man, maybe he was sorry, and I trusted it wouldn’t happen again
We kissed and made up, a couple all smitten
But I was in pain, and my wounds were swelled up
I told myself they would heal over time, for now all they needed was a little makeup
A week later, I found myself in a familiar situation
Tired I was, I refused a session of lovemaking
Pushed to the ground and kicked at, I crawled around to find safety.
Heading towards the bathroom to hide.
The monster I loved was at it again, out to attack.
Ten minutes, and everything would be back to normal, I reassured myself.
I looked in the mirror, there was my black eye.
A badly swollen up face with contusions all over, this I surely couldn’t hide.
When it was quiet, I walked back into the room.
Only to be sent falling to ground when he threw at me, a footstool.
Enough was enough, I just wouldn’t take this anymore
And at that very moment I decided that I would walk out that door.