My demeanor broke
With that one snap,
It was lost that day
Gone for good

My innocence washed away,
The screams vibrated the walls
Your fists tore into the unfinished paint,
The door snapped
You threw it across the floor
Your anger filled the room
Cast in my direction

The numbers that claimed the house
They were already yellow,
As if it knew something I didn't
That there was only decay inside
That I should have stayed away

I was never the one to fix your pain
I was the battered end of a stick
That you swung at often,
With your broken speak
Your hateful language
Of pain that I never caused

The anger billowed from you
Like a forest fire
Not contained
Never quite contained
To burn
And burn,
The innocence I had before you