As I look in the mirror I don't reconize the person staring back at me. Tears in my eyes cause the man that's supposed to love me. Showed me his love by giving me yet another black eye and a busted lip. They say love hurts; but why must it hurt this bad? As he walks up behind me my body tenses up. Not knowing what to expect another beating or a warm apoligy from the heart?
Sunday, May 10, 2009
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