Picture (pt. 1)

You like the picture
That hangs on
My wall
You say it is the best
You have ever taken
You gave it to me
Believing
It would be safer here
Less chances it would be damaged
Since at your home
Objects
And people
Are always thrown
And walls never rest
As a broken family it tries to catch
To protect
Still you go
And live there
Dead and living, hoping to be unseen;
Drunkard father
Druggie mother
Knocked-up sister
And dead brother
Your home;
And you tell me how beautiful the picture is
For it's the first time
A bruise
Doesn't decorate your face
Your hair lies finally in place
Your clothes washed for the first time in days
(You have no time to take care of yourself there after all
Who could blame you)
And you smile as I agree
And as I whisper
"You are always beautiful
To
Me"
Regardless of bruises
Regardless of pain
And you shake your head in wonderment
At
Me
"Can't you see?"
I whisper and wipe tears from your cheeks
"Nothing could stop me loving you
and you me"
That night is the first you stay
In my arms
In embrace
Perhaps the first time in your life
But you won't tell
You'll only lie
Of the pain
You
Feel
Inside