This a poem about domestic violence.

We had our first argument this morning

I forgot he doesn’t like cheerios

He called me things that hurt to my soul

I know he’s sorry, he didn’t mean it

Then the most beautiful roses came with a card

That read I Love You Til Death Do Us Part

Last night, I did not answer  my cellphone on the first ring

I answered and the third

When I got home, he threw me into the wall

He started choking me

I thought it was a painful dream

Not again, this isn’t real

I awoke to my left eye sealed shut and swollen

bruises all over my body

I know he’s sorry he didn’t mean it

because a new Coach purse lay on the my bed with a card

That read I Love You Til Death Do Us Part

Last night he beat me yet again

and it was like thunder rolling

If I leave how will I survive

How will I get money

I’m terrified of him and even more afraid to leave.

I know he’s really really sorry this time

he didn’t mean it. He’s going to change

Because I got a new 10 karat diamond ring and a card

that read I Love You Til Death Do Us Part

Last night,he beat me

It was the worst one of all

I never saw such rage i his eyes.

And then the flowers and casket came.

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