This Time Was The Last

It's because of him,
That she's laying on the floor,
Covered in blood and bruises.
And like so many times before,
He walks out the door,
Leaving her to take care of herself.
When she knows he's gone,
She pulls herself to her feet,
And wipes away the blood.
When it's gone,
She finds her way to their bed,
And sleeps.

Before he can come back,
She wakes and locks the doors,
To keep her from giving in to his lies.
She told herself
That this time was the last,
And he'd never have the chance to do it again.
So she packed his things,
Put them on the back steps,
And waited for him to come back.

When he did,
He hollered and yelled for her to let him in,
But she refused and told him his things were out back.
Eventually he took his stuff and left,
And as she heard his truck pull away,
The tears ran down her face.
For hours she sat there,
Crying for everything he had put her through,
All the love she still had for him.

Then she stopped,
Told herself he wasn't worth it,
That she was better off without him.
The next day she packed her things,
Put them in her car,
And drove away.
Away from all of the hurt,
And pain,
Away from everything they had shared.

Finally she came to a small town,
Found a job and home,
And eventaully a man.
To this day,
She still feels for him,
But it's not the same.
It used to be there all the time,
Popping up when she least expected,
Not going for months at a time.

Now,
She has it concealed behind a brick wall in her heart,
Never to be seen again.