When he was gone...

When he was gone you saw your smile
you found the self you'd lost for a while
applied some make up fixed your hair
but staring at your beauty was too much to bear
for your not permitted to look this way
what if he see's you, what would he say?
"Slag, hooker, harlot, whore"
pull at your hair smash your face in a door
"your fucking someone else" his usual roar
then half hour later "its you i adore"

When he was gone you saw your lost pride
you then saw your shame & wanted to hide
Then you wanted to hide, but you had to run first
Because a life with him would forever be cursed

So you packed your things as you could see
self salvation meant leaving was key
You broke down & started to weep
One more night with him & he'd be dead in his sleep
you could take no more something had to give
time to step out the door for a life you can live