Tell Him I'm Gone Poem by Adams King

If ever he comes home tonight
With breath of alcohol stinks
Tell him I'm gone far away
He shouldn't dream of my return

If ever he comes home tonight
With an angry fist and face
Tell him I'm better of alone
Than being a man's punch bag

If ever he comes home tonight
With a large appetite for pleasure
Tell him I will better comfort my heart
Than comfort the bed of a beast

I'm tired of the daily bruises
That's mars the beauty of my face
I'm tired of the tortures and torments
Hell in disguise of a loving suitor

I have swallowed so many, enduring
And I will swallow them no more
I have spent so much time in hell
Trying to change the a deadly devil

Tell him I'm gone in search of love
Where I will cry less and smile more
Tell him he shouldn't look for me
He's a past I wouldn't love to wake

No more will those feet bare my scent
That steps upon my delicate flowers
No more will the demons sing my praise
For I will rather flee than die in love

I would rather be alone than be lonely
I rather be broken than be heartbroken
I would rather sleep cold in bed tonight
Than share my bed with a man like him