The Next Time

Not the best poem I've written, but it's honest.

The next time he calls me a bitch
The next time he makes me cry
The next time he calls me a whore
Maybe I'll say goodbye

The next time he tells me I'm nothing
The next time he pulls my hair
The next time he slaps my head
Maybe I'll leave him there

The next time he punches my arm
The next time he makes me scream
The next time he threatens my life
Maybe I'll flee the scene

The next time he laughs at my pain
The next time he says I'm a fool
The next time he says I won't do better
Maybe I'll change the rules

The next time he tells me to shut up
The next time he takes control
The next time he tells me he's my boss
Maybe I'll leave the asshole

The next time he hurts my feelings
The next time he hurts my pride
The next time he physically hurts me
Maybe I'll leave his side.

But, the next time he kisses me sweetly
The next time he makes sweet love
The next time he tells me he loves me
Maybe I'll forget the above

The next time he makes me feel happy
I'll forget all the times I felt blue
Always there comes a next time
This cycle will never be through.