The power of love makes people do crazy things. It makes sane, rational women live a life of utter denial. I can change him. He only gets this way when he gets upset. Don’t make him angry, please for the love of God, don’t make him angry! Abuse comes in many forms. Hitting with words is just as bad as planting a fist. But he is a good father. The abuse does not stop with you. It carries on with the children and to their children and to theirs. At some point the abuse will end. At this point you have a choice.
Next time, you might not
Why do my words shutter and my heart flutter whenever I see you
Why do my hands sweat and my eyes wet whenever we touch
Why do my lips grin and my loneliness end when you come my way
Why does my mouth dry and my dreams die when you walk away
How to speak clearly the words that my heart feels
How to display the affection that my heart holds
How to create a path of love from my heart to yours
How to sew up the heart left jagged by words
Passion overcomes the hurt and pain
Tears remain hidden deep by restraint
Sunglasses mask the beauty of your rage
But love makes its way back to my heart every day
I’m sorry dear it won’t happen again
Gives way to a another empty bottle of gin
Why couldn’t you love me the way I loved you
The long sleeve can no longer cover the bruise
At last the tears fall from your eyes
Too bad it took me having to die
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