I have cried enough tears to know that they will dry off my face the sun will emerge from the sky and the birds will sing a new song

At this point my sins are all I have

Even too much sun can burn you

We were and we were not

It comes in waves
I'm downing

You hugged my throat but you didn't squeeze
You put me down until I started to believe
I deserved the abuse

You threw things at the wall but not at me
So I created stories of rationality
Buy When Id try to speak up I'd always freeze
Then I'd watch you close the curtains so nobody would see
All of the things you did to me
It was all my fault I was always to blame
I'd sit in confusion but that was your game
Not my lover my abuser and there's power in that name
Because love and abuse are not the same

The harvest moon and colored leaves tell a story that in time things can change. So why can't we?
     -woes from a failed
                               marriage