Nevermind the painful lies he told.
Nevermind the heavy hand.
Nevermind the way his eyes grew cold
as she struggled just to stand.

Never think about the way she'd scream.
Never think about the sound.
Never think about the wicked gleam
of the blood upon the ground.

Never fear the hatred in his tone.
Never fear the sweat and tears.
Never fear the snap of fragile bone
as they progress through the years.

Never look into her hollow eyes.
Never look at his sick grin.
Never look to see her unvoiced cries
when he'd hurt her deep within.

Rather, hold her hand when months have passed,
as she's dying from his touch,
and then never hope to never hurt
when he loves you, too - too much.