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."