BaD LoVe

Looking in the mirror, I hated what I saw.
One black swollen eye shut tight, a cut and bleeding jaw.
It had always been pretty bad, but not once was it like this,
And to think that it had started, with just a simple kiss.
His eyes they burned with fury, his hands clenched into fists,
His friend tried to restrain him and hold him by the wrists.
But I knew he couldn't hold him long, and he would soon let go,
Why he was so furious, Oh God could only know.
And then as I predicted, his grip began to slip,
And a rock hard fist came flying, and hit me in the lip.
The pain was more than I could bear, and I fell onto the ground,
Hitting my head with one hard thump, such a sickening sound.
When I awoke, the room just spun,
Was it the end, no where left for me to run?
Only two questions constantly ran through my head,
"Is the pain finally gone? Am I finally dead?"
Once again I looked at myself, on the mirror that hung on my door,
And memories from that horrible day, filled my mind once more.
I thought of what my boyfriend had done, everything so wrong,
Why did I go through it all and let it last so long?
My friends all tried to warn me, that he was just bad news,
And that he became abusive, after just a little booze.
Now I wish I had of listened, and saved myself the pain,
Saved myself the scars and memories, that will forever remain.