He said he loved me.
Said I was the one.
I believed him.
I loved him when he got mean.
I knew he had a bad day at work.
That’s all it was.
Until he started coming home drunk every night.
Hitting me, kicking me, punching me.
Leaving me, bleeding on the floor.
I wanted to leave, but he would find me.
He would kill me and make sure no one found out.
So I stayed. I didn’t want to.
I wanted to run into my mom’s arms,
Take all my belongings and never look back.
I wanted to start over, find a new dream.
I wanted to find someone else to love me.
But every time I thought about it, he was sweet.
He picked me off my feet, brought me flowers.
He reminded me why I couldn’t leave every night.
He would hunt me down, my family, whoever I stayed with.
He would kill me, my family, whoever I ran to.
He was stronger, he was smart, he would find me.
So I stayed. In hopes one day he would leave.