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.