No More

Oh yes, our relationship. It started out just fine. Everything was real good. It really was divine. You were so romantic, funny, and kind. Had my rose colored glasses on, boy was I blind. And before we knew it we were entwined. There was you and me, me and you. That is how is went. Things had changed very fast. It seemed in a good way. Then the beatings started, every single day. This continued for about a year. With each new time, I felt..... death was getting near. This was bad, it wasn't`t good. How could I let this be? Never in my life, this just wasn't me. Then one day as I lay and cry. I got up, said enough`s , enough and dried my eye. This is it ! He is out ! I`m not taking anymore. When he gets home, it would be a day like never before. His stuff was packed and sitting right next to the door. He got home and seen his stuff, got ready to go nuts. Take your stuff, and get on out. You`ll never touch me again. He looked up and knew ..........I mean`t what I just said. Smith & Wesson 9mm, my new and very best friend.