He laid his hands on me again!

After he promised the last time was the last time.

But here I am,

black eyes and bruised lips.

Helpless on the floor

My mind in conflict with my heart.

He says he is sorry; that he doesn’t know what got

into him.

But my mom’s words keep ringing in my ears:

“The first time should be the last. It should never go

further than that.”

And she is right.

I do not want to die in his arms and by his arms.

I have learnt from other women’s experiences:

It rarely ends well.

And there can never be an excuse for his actions.

I love him but I love me more.

This is why I have to love and leave him.

I have to!

If I want to live.