He Loves Me

This is a poem but in reality it happens all the times to people that don’t talk about it…
He loves me she says, as she started to cry
I know he didn't mean it, when he blackened my eye
It's all my fault, I deserve it, I do
Don't look at my back, for its all black and blue.

Tomorrow we will wake, and sober he'll be
And the love that we share will flow soft and free
For our children we'll make it, never falling apart
The love that we share, it comes from the heart.

If it happens again I will leave him you'll see

But again came and went, now look at me
First crutches then stitches, a cast here and there
Now please don't arrest him, for that's truly unfair.

Then suddenly it happens, the fight if you will
He's punching and stabbing, for him it's a thrill
The warmth that I'm feeling, what is it I ask
Don't talk they tell me, just breathe through this mask.

When finally I realize, it’s my legs I can't feel
At the hospital he gives me that "I love you spiel"
The doctor now sighs with a grim look in his eye
Don't take me my Lord, for I'm too young to die.

If this sounds too familiar, and really hits home
Come forward I ask, for you’re not alone.
   By carmen santiago
Published: 1/21/2008
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