sometimes i remember,
although i wish i could forget.
the memories never go away,
they haunt me with every waking day.
even when the bruises dissaparrate,
if only we could communicate,
talk about how wrong it is.
and it could all stop,
but you wont stop,
just waiting for the day when i pop.
you've found my weakness,
my most vulnerable  trait,
that never shows up late.
i cant help but love you,
even when you cause me this much pain.
i cant help but love you as you call my name,
maybe someday,
You'll let me fly away  


By: Kaity Morris
January 16, 2011