He hit on me <br />When I was younger, <br />And I was so flattered, <br />And He, so charming! <br /> <br />He hit on me <br />When I was a bit older, <br />And I was so thrilled, <br />And He, a bit bolder! <br /> <br />He hit on me <br />When I was riper, <br />He asked me <br />To marry him, <br />And I was ready. <br /> <br />He HIT me <br />After I became His Wife, <br />And my life was filled <br />With Trouble, Pain, and Strife. <br /> <br />His anger knew no bounds, <br />And I? I was his target, <br />For I knew Him too well, <br />And I knew His weak spots, <br />And His failures. <br /> <br />I knew why He cried in the night, <br />And I knew why He was suffering, <br />But I was His target, and between us, <br />There was no buffer. <br /> <br />So, Now, He no longer hits me, <br />For He did it once too often, <br />And when He hit me the last time, <br />I shot the son-of-a-gun! <br /> <br />Scarlett Treat <br />October 24,2008<br /><br />Scarlett Treat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-wasn-t-expecting-this/
