His arms around me telling he loved me
Later that night
The same arms hold me down
I remember it all the slap the punch the black eye
begging him to stop and him getting off on it
not knowing the worst was yet to come
the force with which he made me do it
his hand over my mouth so I would not scream
violently pushing himself on me
it became a living nightmare
one that I want to forget but can't
2 years of beatings, put downs , and rapes
I could not save him
Now I am the one that needs to be saved
All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing
