Mild mannered, charming and full of smiles
He wooed me into a false sense of security
Thinking he would always love tenderly,
With his heart not his angry fists
He started off merely shouting, then the bruises came
When he realised hitting my face would leave marks
He kicked me in the stomach instead
I was on guard, always hiding from his anger
Not wanting to make it wake, feed on it’s greed
In an instant he would be transformed
From placid to outrage in 0.2
Sometimes I’d try and fight back
Defend myself
That only spurred him on
So when he came at me, I went limp
Let him vent his rage
It was my fault after all
I wasn’t a good enough wife, mother, lover
My punishment was just
I just wish he’d not hate me so
That I could please him more
So that he would smile instead of hit
That the bruises were as bad as I could earn
The bones take longer to heal
His hands around my throat
My head banged against the wall
Blood splattering, pain surging
Even he looked shocked
He apologised as always
Said he was sorry
It must be so hard for him to see me in pain
I comfort him, tell him it’s okay
That I understand
That I’ll try better next time, not to make him mad
I know he loves me
Lashing out, breaking me, it’s not his fault really
I shouldn’t be so bad
I smile at him as he clenches his fists for another round
