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One in every four women
An estimated 1.3 million women are victims of physical assault by an intimate partner each year.
There are no poems left in her
about the mess they made.
Yesterday a bond was formed,
she was not in this matter alone.
In friendship as in everything
the promises made were risks.
Chanced when he enjoyed
the terror inside her heart.
Nothing for them just happened
it needed some time to grow.
Called each other friend, tried love,
holding back the truth, gave it an end.
She will no longer stand while
listening to senseless attacks.
If they were friends with love on trust,
no one would have been suspicious once.
They'd let each other speak honestly
in time with need and want.
No longer argue his jealous points,
standing up to his tongue's harsh swing.
He's fashioned his illogical points
she's struck him back with hers,
theirs is an unfair, senseless song.
She's no evil person, he'd claims her to be.
She took all the pain he gave,
hoping his heart could feel free.
Was her anguish ever a thought to him?
Was this why she couldn't break through?
Both sated in deep despair of the past
they could not heal each other.
She had to leave; he to hide,
would he runaway from her?
He's believes he won by inflicting grief.
Why does this still go on?
No longer together, he's shielding,
sending others as his pawn.
In part, he's right, she was not fair
to hide so much from him.
Each day he challenges her;
show the world the truth.
What will he gain in that
when he betrays them in lies?
Just cast the stone her way
will that make the pain fly?
Wanting her naked to the bone
taking all her pride away.
She's sorry he can't do that;
he's taken it each day.
He set his mind on close
to keep her frightened more.
He never told her EVERYTHING,
he feared she'd run from him.
She never told him EVERYTHING
feeling the same way true.
They never built a friendship
just passion built on lies,
when the time came to go on,
they crashed, burned and died.
Being her judge and jury had
been his hungry, driving force.
No more she'll hold her head high
look at him for the first time.
They ended in deep sorrow,
better now to set it free.
sjo/jazz 9/29/2009- forgotten 1/25/2011©never again thought about 11/19/2014
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