you silenced me for years now i use my silence as a shield to defend me from the wounds you may cut beneath my flesh because you've already fractured my heart once, and i don't want to dance with those nightmares again; sometimes i don't get a choice they come and shatter me on days that seem innocent enough-- you were hurt, but instead of breaking the cycle you broke me; and so don't expect me to have empathy for your despair i resent the way you wounded me don't see that you were right only cruel-- i love you, but there's a part of me that despises you, too; i was just a little girl you were a man my only shelter should not have been beneath music, books, and soft needled pines.
