She hit him.
It was the only first time, no big deal he thought
Trained fighter, making money each time he fought
He boxed, and he boxed.. It’s how he coped with the stress
He gave it up because he truly thought she was the best
She bought matching Tshirts, hid letters for him! A gift from above
Until the mind games started, when she realized that this boy was in love
She’d call him on lunches, and he answered – no hesitation
Working the graveyard shift till 6, bed at 11, boy! He was patient
“I don’t like being alone, so talk to me or someone else will”
“I’ll gladly answer your call”, he lied.
He wasn’t glad, he was scared, he’s seen she could do better
Because of that time, she left to see another man..
Her cutest underwear, a choker – and his sweater.
It’s whatever, he tells himself. His friends say his heart is gold
“that hickey was from you!” One of the many lies that she told.
He knew. He wasn’t stupid, he’s seen it all before
But he was once a cheater, in his mind this just evens the score
This one was so different. His passion was fire
He had no idea of the outcome
… when he finally called her a liar
She hit him.
This was the second time, he doesn’t realize what’s coming
“I’ll have a new man tomorrow, while you’re stuck alone” she’s cunning.
He’s afraid of her leaving, and between the calls and the stress he can’t rest
His friends saying to drop her, she’s abusive, he knows it’s what’s best
But he can’t. He doesn’t give up on people; plus at this point he’s defeated
The next fight she sends him another guys picture (naked) … she cheated
She cried and she pleaded, he was finally ready to leave
Until she pulled him by his sleeve and begged “listen to me!”
He gave in as usual, he said sorry then laughed
“I can be better” he wipes a tear and he tells his friends it’s alright
Because he knows she’ll be in bed beside him at the end of the night.
She hit him.
Third times a charm, and the harm has been done
This time he’s crying, he’s shaking, he just wants to run
He won’t fight, he won’t yell; the pain is his for the taking
She wants a reaction so bad
“I didn’t even want this relationship, I’ve been faking! “
At this point he leave because he can’t take it; he goes into work
His phone goes off to a text “we’re done I’m not coming back, ****! “
At this point he’s blocked, he arrives home and her stuffs gone
He reaches for his pill bottle, but this time he’s got none..
This stories about me, how my depression came to be
I won’t play the victim card, she was abusive, I could see
So here’s a poem that my therapist suggested
… And my next poem will finish the story.
Honestly, just wanted to write something simple, and vent. I don't expect anyone to think that this is good.