i wrote it for her

There's a long story behind this one. But I was cleaning out my closet and found it, so I figured I'd post it and do what I thought was going on with her, the honor...

all things being equal,

i asked him to stop.

where i fell out of bed -

he struck me.

he tore at my arms

until i couldn't feel them -

that's where i cut them;

to see if they'd even bleed.

the blood stained wall

is the hill that i fell down;

sometimes the car door.

i drank

until i burned him out of me,

but i nearly died anyway.

sometimes i think i dreamt it all

but then i see my arm

and i try to remember;

but it's too hazy, too hard.

i can't forget what i can't remember;

because he sits in the shadows

with all that is forgotten;

and i wait.

the study of a struggle

For a night, a few hours, there was possibility;
A small chance that would disappear once the sun lit the city.
I was left with a hole I didn't know you had occupied,
and now I'm distracted by your absence.
I miss the crack in reality that you and I fell through
together... and fit in so well;
But all I have is the memory,
and a hope that leads back to you, but goes nowhere.

Here's To Late Nights and Early Mornings