Breaking Point
I should have stopped him the first time he hit me,
But I was new to love, and thought love didn’t leave.
Several years later, love became my excuse,
I was little-larry-lies-a-lot, denying abuse.
Life wasn’t the dream of our love letters.
I was a victim of hope, that he’d change for the better.
I couldn’t admit that I’d made a mistake,
So I let him kick me, till I felt my leg break.
After that, I had to admit the truth,
Stop lying to myself, and find a new roof –
I’d always had the support of my friends,
But it took me crutches to stand up to him.
9/4/11
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