What's a better color?
Navy blue or cobalt blue?
Maybe teal?
My nails aren't done
Which heels should do?
Wedges or stilettos?
Maybe platform heels?
None of them matched the dress
Do I look good?
Am I wearing it right?
Is my hair alright?
Is this enough?
Am I enough?
I'm starting to panic
Maybe show some skin?
He would want that
I won't be comfortable
But at least he'd like that
My hair needed a cut
He liked short haired girls
I would love keeping it long
But he doesn't
Looking at my nails
They're done
All oval shaped
And bleu de France
I guess
My guitar would have to wait
Before I start
Playing it again
He never liked
When I used it, anyway
Says that's not
What a lady would do
No loud talking
No noisy chewing
No messy makeup
No unsolicited opinions
Do what is said
Do what you're told
He'd like you more
That way
And I believe him
Because I love him
And I believe he does, too
I'm sure of it
Comics aren't books
He said
Rock isn't music
He said
Don't make him mad
Keep your mouth shut
He is always right
He is doing it all for me
And I love him
To bits and pieces
As many pieces
As my broken heart has
Surely
This is what love is
Like in the movies
And in the novels
Butterflies in my stomach
Lump in my throat
How wonderful feeling it is
To be falling in love
"I love you,"
I said with a smile
He looked at me
He isn't smiling
Punches in my stomach
Hands on my throat
How did I end up
Falling from the stairs
I should have no spoken
Should have kept it shut
But he was mad
And uncontrollable
I apologized
I cried
I forgot his rules
It was all my fault
Don't make him mad
Keep your mouth shut
Don't make him mad
Keep your mouth shut
Don't make him mad
Keep your mouth shut
He stopped and stared
He watched my broken nose
I felt my broken ribs
And my broken heart
But he hugged me
And said he loved me
And he won't do it again
And he did it for me
And I believe him
Because I love him
To bits a pieces
And I really know he does, too
Even when it happened again
For the third time
The fourth
The seventh?
I don't remember
The last time
My nails weren't painted
This shade of blue
Or was it because
My vision isn't the best
And I couldn't see
The difference in shades anymore
Maybe this black eye
Is one of the reasons
For my poor eyesight
Because I'm sure
It's not my busted lip
Or my crooked nose
I still have to conceal
The bruises on my neck
And I'd like to think
They were hickeys
I know he loves me
I really do
I've been following his rules
He loves me true
In those stairs, I fell
More than I could remember
When he was angry
And pushed me
But I know the feeling
Of falling so hard
Because I guess
That's how tears work
Especially when I fell
For the nth time
In the same stairs
Because of the same man