Fortuitous

He was angry today.

At school,
He was usually
Calm
And private,
Without giving any hint
At what he did
To me.

We were just
A loving couple.

Until the weekend passed,
And Monday came,
And I was outside my classroom,
And he walked around the corner,
And he smiled at me,
And he came at me,
And he put his hands on my neck,
And he pushed me back,
And my head hit the corner,
And he muffled my cries
With his lips.

Above my hiss of pain,
He grinned and nuzzled my face,
And whispered,
“God, I've missed you so much.”

Before I could say
Anything,
He spoke.

Another He.
Another He who thought
He would tell me what to do.

That He told my Him to leave
Me alone.
My Him told That He to leave
Us alone.
That He told my Him that he was
Hurting me
And my Him didn't like that.

Because it was true.

Before my He could hit that Him,
A teacher rounded the corner.
And my He kissed me with a
See You Later.

And that He looked at me
With dark eyes
Like a thunderstorm
And asked with voice
Like lightning,

“Why don’t you just leave?”

I could not
Would not
Should not
Answer.

But I knew that I
Could not
Would not
Should not
Leave my Brian.

Because then he would have
Nothing to
Lose.

And I would end up
Dead
Just like his
Mother.

People think they’re helping
When they just make him
Angrier.

And I’m the one who has to
Deal with him.