There is an unexplained melody with the way he raises his voice
His screams, resounding thunder,
Profanity and Deafening Noise.
There is a certain warmth with the way he lays his hands
On my cheeks, On my body
Or wherever he can land his palms.
There is a poetic harmony between my aches and tears.
How after He’ll stay and comfort me
A pattern we’ve had for years.
There is an irrefutable fear in me of losing what I have
So I chose to numb the pain
I keep telling myself it’s Love
But when I found myself half-breathing and bloodied on the floor
With Broken Bones and Bruises I found Clarity
I won’t allow this anymore.
