See it that you’re lonely and he’s not your type
You can be we all are ***** - empty pints
Clearly failing to disguise, what everyone can see besides
The guy who’s ‘call to arms’ around you
The guy who’s ‘call to arms’ around you

Usually she shouldn’t see, social suicide
Instead she’s bed the one *******
Blood boiling lipstick red
Stains on the setting that surrounds you
Stains on the setting that surrounds you

Even though you know you owe it all to him
You fantasise, your legs entwined on another’s skin

But I see it in your eyes, that you won’t leave him
Be a future bride with nothing but the ring
Behind the veil all your life hatin’ on him
So get out, get up, go. Leave.

Stop staring stunned and stupid from your sink window
Dreams, flashbacks oh fears and that, you’re free to roam
Barely really getting wet, from the guy who pays **** all respect
To the girl who’s ‘call to arms’ around him
To the girl who’s ‘call to arms’ around him

See it that your only way to copes to lie
Unaware the price to pays not only time
Emphasising those who wait, ‘til they’re to spun out to set it straight
With the guy who’s ‘call to arms’ around them
To the guy who’s ‘call to arms’ around them

‘Cause even though you know you owe it all to him
You fantasise, your legs entwined on another’s skin

But I see it in your eyes, that you won’t leave him
Be a future bride with nothing but the ring
Behind the veil all your life hatin’ on him
So get out, get up, go. Leave.

He loved to teach...

He loved to teach her...

He loved to teach her abject lessons
      in elevators and on stairwells.


She hated to learn...

She hated to learn from him...

She hated to learn from him the inherent
       danger of buildings.

TRIGGER WARNING- ABUSE

cold, colder yet colder.
i watch as his eyes fill with rage.
from being a strong shoulder
to cry on, to being impossible to engage.

as red as blood can be,
as blue as bruises can get.
i pray and hope no one sees,
or again i'll face another threat.

if love were enough,
scars and bruises i'd ignore.
but reality is just that tough,
one day i might just turn to gore.

Open those cracked lips
And let out croaks and painful yelps

Drag that bruised and bloodied hand
Against the stained floorboards

Flinch into the boot in the ribs
And let those purple tears swell

Give a broken smile
As you speak misery to me

Crazy thing is
Sometimes I really like the rain
The pitter patter of the water
on the glass window pane
Creates the drumming of memories
Of the time of the past
When laughter danced through
This barren household.
What memories we shared
Until that one time
Where you struck me
And both our worlds ended
I couldn't take it
I couldn't take it any more.
All the abuse
All the emotional pain
All the tears
It needed to end.
So it did
And now there is just
Rain

He left
A mark the color of red wine
Zinfandel
Placed high on cheek bone
Directly under her left eye
Such tears only bruising
It further

I didn't mean to
He simply stated

She left
A note the color of resentment
Charcoal
Placed atop bedroom dresser
Directly over her exiled contents
Such emptiness only reinforcing
It further

Once was more than enough
She simply stated