Maybe his eyes are warm and his smile is kind,
When he wraps you in the glow of his attention.
Maybe he talks of the future,
A future with only you in it,
That the two of you will share.
Maybe he is different, one of a kind,
And you love him for that,
And you understand him, he says, like no one else.
Maybe he loves it that you are strong, smart, confident,
But you could be a little less stubborn at home,
Maybe just ask less questions once in a while,
Maybe not talk so much.
Maybe he doesn't want to hit you,
So when you do those things that make him so angry,
He just breaks things instead.
Maybe he doesn't hit you, but he's hurt
Because when he's angry, you are afraid,
And that means you don't trust him,
And whose fault is that?
Maybe if you went to the gym and lost some weight
Or grew your hair longer like he wants
Or wore more makeup
Or got someone to help you figure out how to buy some decent clothes,
Or just worked a little harder to please,
He wouldn't have to be this way,
Because after all,
How can you expect to change the way he treats you
If you aren't even trying?
Maybe you try as hard as you can
Because you have kids and parents and friends and rules
And he is the broken one and you are the strong one
And everyone is depending on you to make this work,
And that's your job.
Maybe he knows you'll never leave.
Or maybe,
None of the things he said about you were true.
