I Stay Poem by Michele Weston

Late at night I try to sleep,
But I smell the whisky on your breath,
And feel the bruise on my cheek,
Why I'm still here I do not know,
Maybe it's because I remember,
When times were still good.

In the beginning we were in love,
You showered me with gifts and kisses,
We held hands on our walks every night,
I still remember when you got on one knee,
We both cried when Is aid yes,
Oh I remember it all when the times were good.

Tonight you came home yelling and screaming,
You left the keys in the door, bottle in hand,
I just prayed to God you left the kids alone,
YOu picked me up and threw me down,
Said I was no good and should leave town,
You left more bruises to cover it up.

When I walk through town people stare,
There's no secret in a small town,
I try my best to hold my head high,
But staying is weighing me down,
I wish I could figure out what happened,
It all started when you got a drinking.

In the beginning we were in love,
You showered me with gifts and kisses,
We held hands on our walks every night,
I still remember when you got on one knee,
We both cried when I said yes,
Oh I remember it all when the times were good.

In the hospital again, four cracked ribs,
Fifteen stitches above my eye,
I say I fell, I tell a lie,
When I made my vow to you the day we wed,
I said for better or worse I'd stay,
I guess that's why I'm still here and will stay.