I extend my hand
and try to hold my fingers still
Will them into steadiness
but yet they tremble
and shake nonetheless
Wavering ever so slightly
that if you never looked you'd never tell
so most never tell

Blacked my eye
but I won't cry
Screamed in my face
but I won't cry
Called me names
but I won't cry
I won't
I repeat
I refuse
To shed another tear for you

you drive a black truck
with silver accents
and now
every time I see one similar
my heart freezes
and anxiety builds
you always parked it
in the same spot
and you watched me
I know you did
I tried to erase it
but the image remains
of your stupid
stupid black truck
with the silver accents

jagged sharp broken
glass
of a picture frame
broken sharp jagged
memories
of the people portrayed

I could've stayed
One minute more
and talked to you
You'll be gone soon
and I'll regret not staying
One minute more
I'll wish I had stalled
One minute more
Talked to you
just one minute more
you'll be gone soon
so just give me
one minute more

your words are the chain
that I will drag as a ghost
every word
a new link
clink
clink
clink
by the time you are done
my chain's a mile long
and your fist
is the shackle 'round my ankle
and your heart
bruised and beaten and battered
is the ball at the end of the chain
'till I
clatter
clatter
clatter
anytime I move