If I taste my dreams,
temptation leads me into believing...

You convinced yourself that I would belong to you
always and forever...

I gaze into the mirror
and I wonder who I am...

My naive heart forgave you once,
when you came begging for another chance...

Yes I was his victim!
Yes i am a survivor...

Do you ever trust the beating
of those little throbbing whispers...

I realise my heart may still be tender,
but his bullet can never assault what I have...

The skies above me turn the lights out,
dressing my manic life in its all too familiar...

*My mum has been through so much in her life, and...
I write this poem for a surprise birthday party...

You hide in the background,
as silent as I once was...

I want to give you something that perhaps you...
I want to let you hear these words and know that...

You claim to be a victim,
yet you stand by him...