Why can’t you just leave me alone?
Why must you torment me every time I come back to this place you make me
call home?
And all the little scars upon my wrists
They are to remind me of you
To remind me of how every time I avoided your fists
Sometimes I wish you hadn’t missed
Because fear clenches inside of me, every time I remember those tears that
ran down that women you kissed
You called her your own
Yet you broke her bone’s
And to see the look in her eyes when she screamed for help and attempted to
dial 999
To hear the silence down the line
And to think it all started with dinner and wine
How did it end up like this she thinks
Sitting in the dark afraid to blink
A little moth sits on her shoulder
Afraid to move, she watches it and the day gets older
And she huddles up as it gets colder
She dreams away her own fantasy land
Where the man takes her by the hand and all is good
They build a cottage in the wood
But this is interrupted by a bang to the head
She screams and the man says ‘Oh fuck I thought you were dead’
If only she mutters to herself
Tears drip down her cheeks
And with everyone telling the story of an angel whose wings fell apart
An end to her halo only being a start
Poor little angel the man of her dreams would whisper, poor little angel…

 
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