He was a tall man, six-foot-three.
He was broken; a bad family.

I will fix you, I promised.
I will love you, I pledged.

                                                       ­  She was a glimmer, a light.
                                                         She would deliver me from night.

                                                         I will treat you, I promised.
                                                       ­  I will love you, I pledged.


                   But broken men don't make caring lovers,
        and she had not learned about peoples' layers or covers.


                                                       ­  Don't touch me..
                                                         Don't TOUCH ME!


He had cowered in the corner, below the bread.
Later, I wished he had hit me instead.

                                                       ­                                    
                                                         This hurt could not be        
                                                         forgiven.
                                                       ­  Her once beautiful glimmer will
                                                         now only cause my derision.

                                                      ­   Her confession of that other man,
                                                         my friend's obsession.
                                                      ­   Her crying tears, LIES;
                                                         her hands attempts to console my
                                                         fears.

I begged for forgiveness;
it had come out wrong.
I sank to the kitchen floor,
his rejection too strong.


                            But this wouldn't be the last,
             there are only so many times a heart can recast.


                        What's going on...?
                        Why is she crying?..!


An angel came.


                        My crying child.


                                                        ­ A demon came.


My angel caressed me, held me;
I shouldn't despair.


                                                      ­   A demon encompassed her, held
                                                         her;
                                                         she was impaired.


                        I had felt this coming, I should have prepared.
                        That was the last night that I had cared.


When I should have left you...


                        She should leave him.


                                                         When you left me...


I had tried to explain...
but he won't listen Momma.
He wont let me touch him...
I didn't do anything wrong.

My breaking heart took comfort in her.
The minutes becoming an angry blur.                


                        How dare you..                                                       
                        She was trying to protect you.
                        You should be mad at him!


                                                         She LIED to me!


                        She never lied to you.
                        Without him you have no roof,
                        now you have no where to go.


                                                         Blinded by the broken pieces in
                                                         me.
                                                         I relapsed and found that I could
                                                          n­ow see.

                                                         My glimmer had only withheld
                                                        ­ that of which I could not have
                                                         quelled.

                                                       ­  Will you forgive me?


                        I let her go and silently prayed
                        that this incident would be heavily weighed.

                        That their obvious imperfections
                        would no longer prelude the needed corrections.
                        

Hold me.


                        She outstretched her arms
                        and that was it, as if there was no need for my alarms.


                    But that is what the foolishly in love do
      they forgive the unacceptable and settle for 'I love you."

Woman I can't see you,
where did you go?

The forms that surround you
are solid, you glow.

If I peer shyly toward
some substance appears,

Yet if I look too hard
you are swallowed in tears.

My hardening heart can see
but doesn't imbue.

I blink, it couldn't be true,
all along it was you.

There is a lack of anything brilliant
and I let you make it that way.
You are obsessive and cold;
I was reeled in.

Time passes, an eon ensues
and I still can't lie down.
I'm oppressed and growing older;
I was cajoled by you.

There is a warmth in my arms,
and he is my beacon.
You are a memory, old.
I was right.

Time goes on with me
and without me, you do too.
There is only one thing left,
one thing that is still you.

Night.

My days turned Night.

Supplicate my need
perspiration collects & I follow.
Desire me,
a lack of understanding ensues.

Consider my will
winds howl, caught & I follow.
Find me,
a certainty of all of the unaware.

Placate my lust
smoke pervades & I follow.
Love me, please
cause I don't see tomorrow.

                  & This is what I ask
                      This is my need
                      This is my will

You concede to familiarity
& live your life day to day
Taking me by night
Trading a constant for encompassing days
You are okay

                  & That is what you ask
                      That is your need
                      That is your will

But take my nights, please
I do not reproach you them
Take everything I can give
& all that I cannot

But promise me, please
that once you will pander my need
to be happy