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Domestic Violence With every punch he said I LOVE YOU,
every hit actually meant I need you.
When he walked out the door he really
meant I'll never leave you,
The bruises and swollen lips were the
symbols of his undying love for me,
with his fingers around my neck, I
couldn't believe,
this is the love I get, the love I
receive.
His apologies and tears,
showed me he was sincere.
And he only does it when he's angry
or he's been drinking too much,
Or if I pull away when he's trying to
touch.
That sacred place between my thighs,
disguising the hate while I cry.
He doesn't mean to hurt me, he just
gets jealous and insecure,
I know he won't do it again, he promised
me he wouldn't.
I won't make him angry again, I know
I shouldn't.
Here I am watching everyone pass right by
me.
They’re all dressed in black, why are they
crying?
No one stops to talk to me, it's like I’m not
even there.
No matter how much I smile or how much I stare.
I walked closer to them and looked in the box where
flowers were placed on each end.
All these people must be mourning a friend.
I continued to walk trying to get a closer look,
the sight of what I saw made me run out screaming,
that can't possibly be me, I must be dreaming.
But there I lay holding the rosary beads,
All my friends and family were mourning for me.
I wanted to tell them it was a mistake and I wasn't
dead, I couldn't be.
But why is everyone looking right through me?
