Every night I think of it, and every night I try
To pry my busy mind away, seeking ceaselessly to say I couldn’t
Bear to breathe another hopeless word, my fractured lips would fall
To pieces in the dirt, tired of all this hopeless hurt; I never
Said that I could do it
Never said that I was strong
I never had the chance to opt out when I knew that I was wrong.
I couldn’t bear to try another time to settle all my scores
I’ll never end up fighting my own personal wars
I swear these bones will never fracture under the petty indignation of abuse, and if we ever find ourselves hand in hand – what we’ll become, oh, what we’ll become! We’ll burn those bridges down….
She said
Did it hurt you like it hurt me, hurt my friends and hurt my family? Did you think it would all be fine if you just left me
Alone
Apart
Afraid
Of what I Could do?