Why didn't you defend yourself?
Though he was a thick stock boy
You could have kicked or pushed him
Out of the way to make a point.
Instead you all but gave in and
Fell to the floor as an amputee,
Showing me your willingness to love me
No matter how red the blue eyes
Burned with rage so unaware.
No recollection kills me more than
The image of your words through tears
That spoke of fear but somewhere
Inside they were feeding a desire to
Begin the best of what I have become.
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