You’ve hit me many times before but this is the last time you’ll take your anger out on me. I can’t believe I stayed for so long letting you beat and bruise me. You blame me for what is wrong with you, so I’ll make it easy. I’m leaving and am absolutely done with you. J.W.
…Even when I stop crying,
even when we fall asleep
and I’m nestled in his arms,
this will leave another scar.
No one will see it.
No one will know.
But it will be there.
And eventually all of the scars
will have scars, and that’s all I’ll be
–one big scar of a love gone wrong.
From “But I love Him” by Amanda Grace