Violent man

The sun beats down upon me as does his fist.

The wind blows in my direction as does his insults.

The crashing waves hit my legs as does his kicks.

The dark skies remind me of all the bruises.

The stars remind me of all the hope I once had.

The Moon remains still as if frozen in a trance as do I for believing he was a sweet man.

His lips may be dripping honey but he'll sting you like a bee....