Love Hurts Poem by Moore Hope

Black and blue marks surround my eyes, so sunglasses I do wear
Seven O'clock is close at hand, the time that I most fear.
My husband will be home from work, so dinner I must set
I hope the dinner is good enough or angry he will get.
I go to the room and close the door and pretend to be asleep
The dinner was not to his liking so with his fists he beats.
What do you want I ask him, stop this I do plead!
Yet he keeps on hitting me, beating me til I bleed.
I wipe the blood from my mouth and in the mirror I do stare
He realizes what he just did so he drinks a case of beer.
After a while he comes back in and for forgiveness he does ask
He lays me down, takes off my clothes, and does his manly task.
Within minutes he passes out his body still on mine
I close my eyes and pray to God that everything will be just fine.
Carefully I do slither out of my so-called resting place
I stare down at my husband as the drool runs down his face.
With all my strength I stumble to the kitchen and grab a big sharp knife
Then I go back in the bedroom and take my husband's life.
I watch him very carefully as his breathing starts to cease
Then I take the same big knife and kill myself with ease.