Maybe

I sat through it, all & everything a hand can give. Still I wake up every morning and dress up.

I sat through it, all & everything a hand can break. & with my broken spirit I still walk.

I sat through it... choice after choice replacing a new face.

Maybe I didn't put enough distance between him & I.

Maybe my body wasn't a gift, if not more of an option he laid upon his sheets, something to looked for.

Yet I sat through it, derailed through the seasons of change that it took being taught by a devil.

But I still love tho, with my chaos under wraps, my past trailing my moves, his prints on my skin, my angel face wrapped around a lie of the good you want to believe exists.

Oh but see i once built a man.

From the bottom up, gave him life, reason, lessons, peace and the ecstasy of getting something loyal discreet and encouraging to hold him up .

Never entertained a conversation a thought a moment never held back with my love, time or money, yet I destroyed his soul when I walked out that door.

I sat through it the guilt trolling the fault your rage took.

A broken China doll walking through the similarities of the old which go hand in hand. With the new broken lies your corners tell.

I sat through it & cried my mornings into night & despair into mournings.

your damage his damage words so similar taking a knife stabbed on a pocket but i come empty handed, I'm not out to hurt a mind, break a soul, cure a heart. But I'll walk out that door before I sit through holding a new wall again.