Always burning silence when your rage visibly surfaces.  Eggshells to walk upon to ensure the target flees.  There was a liquid fuel you drank to flame the pit of physical pain.  No words could succumb the alcoholic demon residing within.  No embrace,  no soft kiss not even apologetic sonnets for your past childhood blame.  

Though the fault was not my own,  I accepted it as mine.  My strength was not that of cement yet like cotton to break my falls.  My bones were shattered,  my cheeks still burns but my womb lay untouched, for the life within me gave reason to survive.  

I bore the notion of life,  a new conception,  one that gave freedom.  The one I live now.  The shackles I once embraced now rusted,  for the only jewels I now bare are little arms and sweet sweet voices filled with love.

If only
if only it were. ...
       If only. ...
if only I held the same gleam in your eyes as you do in mine,
if only it were our common place to meet in a beautiful silence
Where the look in my eyes automatically told you the story of my
irrefutable love story,  starring. ..you!  
If only it were. ..
       If only. .....
if only I held your heart as you hold mine,  yearning in the
palm of your hand for your desirable love.  If only it were. .
if only it were me,  just this one flawed, delicate, woman.
  Saturated in past pain, marinated in present fear but
loving so strongly. ..that was solely the one you desired
above the rest.
If only it were. ..
         If only. .....
if only you understood,  that the moon is much closer
than you think.  If only you knew that it was I who speared
my soul just to bring you the brightest being in the sky
to help light your path to walk with me by your side. ...
if only it were. ....simply you, shamelessly loving me with
the same energy I exude while walking over broken glass
just to simply be noticed by you as others perfectly are.
If only it were. ...