Just Remember
Those poison laced words dug straight into her wrist.
Cut out the middle man,
and go straight to the glare of fresh, bloody hurt
sitting, proof, on her arm.
The static in that head of hers
it wouldn't quiet. Wouldn't quit. Wouldn't leave her alone.
How would she forgive? She always forgave.
Always went back.
The words stung sharper
than the shove he had gifted her,
the bruised arm, the black eye,
the purple marks spanning across her.
The bruises would fade, the cuts would heal,
but forgetting was not an option.
Cut out the middle man,
and go straight to the glare of fresh, bloody hurt
sitting, proof, on her arm.
The static in that head of hers
it wouldn't quiet. Wouldn't quit. Wouldn't leave her alone.
How would she forgive? She always forgave.
Always went back.
The words stung sharper
than the shove he had gifted her,
the bruised arm, the black eye,
the purple marks spanning across her.
The bruises would fade, the cuts would heal,
but forgetting was not an option.
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