I hide beneath the clothes
that lie on your floor.
I listen to the phone calls
and I see the tears of how he hurts you.
And I wonder if faith will save you this time.
He's crushed your beautiful spirit,
polluted the air of which you breathe so deep.
I remember the words he spoke to you,
and how you crumbled to the floor
broken, like the window to your soul.
The paintings that hang on your wall
mask the horror in my eyes.
He has destroyed who you are
and you've sat back to watch.
His hands upon your skin tear at you
and I sit in panic
waiting to see how long you'll let this last.
My belief in your strength is fading,
yet I can't let go and let you drown.
The blank papers that lie strewn across your desk
mirror the emptiness in your eyes,
and the wind outside crashes.
Fear washes over you,
and I can't help but stare at how it steals your smile.
