Kiss my lips,
The intoxicating taste to savor,
A flavor much better,
Than your bottle of Jack.

Remember to gaze into my eyes,
Finding a reason to stay sober,
Stopping all of the lies;
A reason to smile,
Forgetting all the demons,
Who plague you.

May you get drunk,
Upon the aroma of love,
The touch of my adoration instead,
Not the drunken pounding,
That occurs within our bed.

Do not believe,
For one second that you conceal,
The odor of liquor,
Upon your breath;
Please don’t strike me,
Because I pour out your beer,
Asking you to stop slamming the door,
Worried our sleeping children,
Shall awake.

Fighting back the thoughts,
Of you hurting our kids,
My biggest fear,
Not the fact that you take me,
As you wish,
Or accuse me of being a *****.

I pray our neighbors,
Are oblivious to the bruises,
Left upon my delicate exterior,
I do not wish for them,
To view you as a monster;
Thank god our children,
Are still babies,
Too young for this nightmare,
To be a memory to remember.

Such a creature,
Dark and volatile,
Could never send me,
A dozen roses,
Or purchase me a small,
Diamond Ring,
I smile as you return,
Hearing you blissfully sing.

Of course,
I neglect to mention,
The encounter of your hand,
To my face,
Slamming me down upon our bed,
As I reluctantly oblige,
To your passion demand,
As you wish to become lost,
In a harsh ****** embrace.

You remind me,
Of my adornment of the finest,
Fabric and lace,
Upon my ******* and behind,
Illustrating the opulence,
You attempt to bestow,
To me in a display of alleged remorse,
As you beg for me to never leave.

Money means nothing,
For your heart and companionship,
Is all I desire,
Yearning for you to once again,
Be the man I knew I’d marry,
And I shall never relinquish,
The moment we both said,
“I do”.
And this promise,
Is the reason I continue,
To fight for what we share,
To try to rescue you.

Place the bottle in the trash,
For you are better,
Than an existence of drowning,
Within a river of whiskey;
I believe our love,
Can conquer all,
Saving us from this depleting,
Force leaving me jaded,
As I continue to repeat my mantra,
As I watch you fall.

Cherish me,
Full of hope and desire,
A sign of devotion,
Foolishly believing I can hold on,
Eventually falling off the wire,
And these are words I could,
Never utter,
The sentences in which are muted,
Before they travel from my lips,
For your addiction engulfed you.

My frantic screams could not stifle,
Your icy cruel state of rage,
Pain pulses throughout my body,
My sight is only there,
In my mind as blackness,
Envelops me.

Ruggedness of breath,
Drags me down in to silence,
As I shall not live,
To behold the dawning,
Of a new day.

You beat me,
Strangled me with the same,
Hands that once caressed me,
This struggle burns,
Until there is no longer,
A flame;
I exit this world,
Joining the dead.

This story is mine,
Not yours,
A reminder of such violence,
That did not have to occur,
An ending that is never to unfold,
For no one deserves,
To be hit, degraded,
Or murdered.

So I ask as my final request,
For you to share my story,
Pleading for these other women,
To walk out the door,
Not glancing back,
Just running until they obtain safety;
I yearn for these ladies,
To survive,
When I did not,
This is all I have to say,
And finally the bottle,
Shatters upon the floor,
For you learned to drink,
No more!