Bang.
Smack.
Glass breaks.
Flesh cut, bruised, torn.
Body lies broken, beaten, clothes ripped that were worn.
A violent collision between two entities, two souls.
Terrible damage, the consequences of an unpaid toll.
One pushed to the edge, the other meeting unknowingly there.
An innocent bystander, Caught up, no time to prepare.
Lives changed, now and forever,
redirected by the choice to be together.
Not a collision of two vehicles, but of two parts.
Of a person whose true self was unknown from the start.
Two people together, but always at war
I am losing this battle, no hope for the war
You express yourself and I patiently listen
But the signs are obvious, plain, clearly written
I want to hear you, hear what you say,
but I only hear your fist against me, why do we talk that way.
I forgive you for the times you took my pride,
I know it’s because anger’s unexpressed, internally it resides.
What do I do, what should be said,
I try to talk but your hand speaks instead.
I want to stay but I am a realist,
every time I anger you my face hits against your fist.
I hear about your love, but hate is visible to me
Everytime I look in the mirror, it’s in the bruises that I see
Property. Slave. Possession. Child in your eyes
Woman. Treasure. Precious, you don’t realize.
You tell me what to do, rules in my own house
You holler at me to speak, but there’s blood in my mouth
Cover-ups, fake stories, excuses in abundance
An evil cycle, horrible pattern, dangerous redundance
My eyes, dried out, from nightly sessions of self-pity
Using my make-up, covering the scars, have to look pretty
No more, enough, I’ll break, no more bend
If I leave you, I fear for my life, no more talking then