His arms skim my waist
And, with an issue, I am faced.
I fake the smile and move along,
But inside I know that this is wrong.

For now, he holds me close.
For now, our love grows.
In hours, this façade will fade.
In hours, I will be afraid.

His hands will not be soft;
All my hope will be lost.
My face will be bruised,
And he will be amused.

I will want to yell
And cry as well.
I will want to kick
Or wish him sick.

Yet, I do nothing
As his fists are coming.
I sit and stay silent
To keep him less violent.