The Win Report

Eyes are dry now but they’ll be wet again When he’s breaking my heart by bruising my skin Reawakening the bruises that he’s caused within Trying to make it seem as though it is not a sin When He hits or tries to bruise my physical He’s steady bruising my mental and my spiritual I’m thinking that it’s time for me to just let go Let go of his body and get rid of his lies But his eyes…? They won’t let me know freedom So deep, so beautiful making me never wanna leave ‘em Cuz this? This is only love I’ve ever known The only man I’ve ever shown… All of me And…I’m scared to be alone But, I’m scared even worse when he gets home Scared that he’ll hurt me Or break me Or scream Or shake me From my head to my heart… All the way down to my core Sore; That’s my body And Bruised; That’s my mind So torn and tormented Because of the way he makes me cry Even though I love him No one will understand They won’t get that I Never had anyone hold my hand …Until him No one else can ever feel me But I can feel him Only he Was listening When I needed someone to reach out In the beginning when I first fell he would let me speak out Vividly, Vibrantly And without restraint He loved me; he’d vibe with me And never complain But since THAT day…? I’ll never forget… The change in his eyes when I spoke a little too slick The look that he gave me that shook my insides And before I could cry He struck the side of my face… And all the self esteem I once possessed was replaced With a disgrace That has stained my soul And now every day I cry And every night I die A little more Wondering how I let him tear me down from a woman I was before To the scared little girl I am now Knowing that somehow The “love” has been forever changed now Even deranged now And so strained now And I often wonder how I let him bruise my stomach…arms…eyes… He bruises my spirit…my existence…my life And he’s bruised all the times The memories that we’ve shared Because all the things we’ve cared about together? Will never, never matter again Because being abused by the one you crave = dying slowly within And he’s even bruised my sense of trust Because he’s bruised what I thought was a safe, secure love But, even though my body and the love is bruised And I know, I might not live to form another smile I still love him… Regardless of the fact that he’s got me crying again right now…

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