Your words of anger repeat in my head.
“You stupid girl” “You fat pig” “I deserve better than second best”
But not all your words are filled with hate.
You through in I Love You's and us being together is fate.
You say you love me but I know that's not true.
Because what type of love leaves you black and blue.
For several years now I've wore your marks.
Freedom is just a distant memory to me.
Oh how I wish I could just get up and leave.
But I know you'll find me.
His punishment will be severe if I leave his embrace.

As the day goes on his irritation grows.
He huffs and sighs and throws back a few.
My husband is coming at me with bloodshot eyes.
As he gets closer to me I close my eyes.
I go to my happy place somewhere in the sky.
My favorite music drowns out his voice full of angry pride.
His fingers so rough have been replaced.
By angel wings saying it's going to be okay.
The night drags on brutality slow.
Until my husband passes out on our bedroom floor.

Waking up the next day is hard to do.
My eyes are swollen and my body is too.
Peeling off my cloths piece by piece I take a good look in my reflections gaze.
And I instantly hate the beast.
My body is an assortment of colors but mainly black and blue.
I start to cover my bruises one by one.
Starting with my face and than down low.
Foundation and blush will cover my face.
Sadly I have nothing to cover my shame.
My husband and I will stay married for now.
But when I am ready I’ll find a way out.