Hit once, hit again; but all of that was just way back when…

It was just a smack here and there,
I always thought it was out of care.
Out of line I sometimes stepped
And in the end I always wept

Little scratches turned to bruises
But I figured that’s how he chooses
Who loved him because they stayed
Thinking the love could never be frayed

But it was never really love at all
And now he had to take the fall
For all the pain he had ever caused
And for that time the abuse had paused

Then the weeping would finally cease
And my whole life would come to peace
Put away for what he had done
Forever separated because now he is shun

Hit once, hit again; but all of that was just way back then…