The Sound a Bruise Makes
The sounds a Bruise makes
Laying here without you tonight,
brings back memories of that awful fight.
What you said and how you threw your fist,
And it makes me wonder if I’m really cut out for this.
I miss you when you are not here the good things you do,
but I dread the nights you come home mad too.
I’m so torn between the good in you and the bad,
When you’re happy it’s all ok but you change when you are mad.
The way you buy me flowers to say you’re sorry so sweetly,
after the times you beat me repeatedly.
The way you tell me you love me and I feel so lucky,
Or when you’re drinking and yell at me that I’m fat and ugly.
You are a good person that no one but me sees,
Even in the times you knock me to my knees.
The way you make me feel like I’m the only person you world,
Or the nights you don’t come home because of some other girl.
People warn me one day it’s me you will kill,
But for now I cringe and I stay against my will.
Copyright © Ada Isbell | Year Posted 2014
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