What He Does
I lie awake, alone in the dark
Fingers lightly tracing a black and blue mark
"How will I hide this?" I think with distaste
Wincing from the bruise on the side of my face
Recalling the anger he demonstrated tonight
The rage is the worst when his life isn't right
Blaming someone else is always convenient
I had a misguided thought that he would be lenient
Since we were planning a time to marry
But he feels that his troubles are mine to carry
I glance wistfully at the ring on my finger
But I know that it isn't safe to linger
Tomorrow I know I will have to leave
Right now though I'm taking time to grieve
For the beautiful love that we once had
Before all of it became embittered and bad