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Author: diebyownhands
Fiction Rated: M - English - General/Tragedy - Reviews: 7 - Published: 12-06-06 - Updated: 12-18-06 - id:2286170

Because tomorrow I’m going to love you.

The words were sharp; they slid my heart and soul in two. Sometimes I prefer your fist to your words.

A slap to the face stings and leaves a purple mark, but I can pour some make up to cover it while it fades. I can’t hide the wounds in my soul. I can’t pour make up in my eyes to hide the scars and I can’t take my heart into my hands and patch it back together.

Tonight your lips and my ears will forget the stinging words. Your hands and my body will be innocent to anything other than soft touches. Tonight all that happened last night won’t matter, because tonight I’m going to love you.

Tonight I’m going to love you like the first time. Tonight I’m going to hold you like I always wished you held me.

My heart will beat with out pain, my breath will be shallow by something other than tears and you hands will leave no marks, just you lips against my neck will mark me as your own.

Tonight I’m going to love your pain and mine away. Tonight I’ll make you forget the monster that lives inside us. Tonight it won’t be wine or beer we will get drunk with. Tonight I’m going to love you.

Tonight I won’t care. The screams will turn into moans; the slaps will turn into kisses. Tonight I’m going to love you.

I won’t be scared and you won’t be mad. I’ll see you smile with out the shadows in your eyes. I’ll hold your hand and you will lift it to your lips. Tonight we will destroy the monster that lives with in you. Tonight we will mark a new beginning. Time will turn back and everything will be forgotten.

Diner wasn’t what you had expected. My make up was too heavy and my dress slid a bit too far down. My mistake and I’m sorry. My voice was too whiny, my eyes seemed to sad. I’m sorry.

You said silence and I spoke.

You stood to leave and held on to your hand.

I cried to soon, I fought too much, I yelled to loud and I fell too soon.

Everything will be ok, because tomorrow I’m going to love you.


A/n: though it may seem as the continuation to Why?, this isn't but I decided I will continue to write shorts with Abuse as the theme. It will vary POV from the Abuser to the abused. It will also won't always be about couples, I might, migh dabble into other types of abuse. I don't know



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