The Hitter Poem by Carissa McBride

You think you're big and bad when you push me around.
leaving blood on my clothes and the walls.
when i know what you really are,
you're afraid.

afraid that one day i'll see that i can do better than you.
i have a question.
why do you only say i love you after i fall.
but then i black out.

i wish i could stay out.
instead of being hurt again.
i love you to death but i don't think that i can keep living this life.
one with beatings and molestings.

sweetie i cannot do it.
they say love is a strong word.
but so is hate,
and sorrow, anguish, and disgust.

i cannot live the life where the only words i hear is
' get undressed '
so consider this a goodbye
its been a long time comin

because i can no longer be the woman of the hitter.
dedicated to me. the best woman the hitter will ever have.