A Short History of Abuse

Gonna pack my bags & go
where Tupelo Honey flows
Tired of hiding the bruises
you left from heated blows
– should have trusted my first instincts –

I wanted to say those three little words
“I Hate You” to your face long before I left
but I’d never have made it to the door
where my new man was waiting
to set my feet back on hallowed ground

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Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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