To the girl who pretends to have it all,
I see the bruises that you try so hard to hide.
I know you think it won’t happen again,
But that’s the lie he will always confide.
He blew off some steam.
This time it’s a bruised wrist,
Next time could be worse,
Maybe you should throw the fist.
I know you won’t.
You love him too much to leave,
You love him too much to hurt him,
But some men are better left to be.
I see your broken smile,
I see that the bruises are not just superficial.
He says he’s sorry
But his words remain artificial.
I’ve witnessed this before,
Too many times to count.
Either your attachment is too strong,
Or you’re too afraid to surmount.
And so, the cycle continues,
But your brokenness does not go unseen.
I hope one day you find the strength to leave,
But until then, I won’t demean.