You come home in tears.
I slowly sit next to you, just like I did for the past years.

I try to tell you that it’s fine.
But the words don’t go past the ****** throat of mine.

All I can do is simply lean on you.
I wish I could give you hugs too.

I’m just so close yet so far,
Unable to gently treat your bleeding scar.

You come home with him.
I can’t stand him,It’s that nasty grin.

You were crying over him just a few days ago.
Now, it’s as if you don’t even remember the sorrow.

Heat fills the room, as you both melt onto each other.
Soon, the heat turns into pain, and breathing gets harder.

You get mad at me, when I break things,
Yet you don’t even say a word when he swings.

You sit there in tears, as he leaves our house with swollen knuckles.
Even after he leaves you’re on the ground, as if you’re tied down with shackles.

Once again, I sit next to you as I count the bruises
and the open wounds, blooming on your skin like roses.

I hate myself for being so powerless, yet so greedy.
I want you and your attention, am I too needy?

I could make you happier if my hands could reach you
and your hands too.

But that won’t ever happen for me.




Because I’m merely












a cat, that’s what I happen to be.

So close yet so far.
You leave me alone in our house once again as you leave with your car.









You come home with him.