The Red Rose
He bought me a rose today!
Beautiful red rose was his daily routine.
I expected the red rose every day,
that this man loves me , is what it means.
Despite his angry tantrums
where he would curse me, spit
& even choke me until I couldn't breathe
or viciously beat me, kick me
until I crumbled to my knees.
He would bring me a red rose after,
& tell me it would never happen again
and even though I know it was a huge lie
I know it didn't take away the love I had for him.
I didn't want it to end.
He would hurt me continuously
and even hurt me in front of my friend
who would always encourage me to get away from him
but his actions I would always defend.
I just waited for that red rose.
It made me feel like everything would be okay,
I mean, nobody is perfect. Right?
Isn't that what people say?
That red rose meant he loved me
and you may wonder what I said lovED
because now I'm watching him bring me a red rose,
lay it on my casket, from above.
I'm hearing him tell me sorry,
as I watch the tears fall softly from his face.
I forgive him, I know he loves me
because he brought me a beautiful red rose today!
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