Breathe

She struggled hard to free herself from his grip.

She begged

She cried

With a bruised eye and dripping blood

She tried to remove him from her chest

No it wasn't his love or memories

But it was him sitting on top of her chest.

Her sobs didn't matter

Love didn't matter

Blood didn't matter

Neither mattered a blind eye...

He was high on substance unknown

But her head was clear now with thoughts.

She promised....

This is the end,

I gave you my best and received the worst..

A bruised eye, a cut hand and dripping blood can't be love

I will live to love myself is what she promised

And that's all it took her to free herself

She pushed him hard so that he would fall.

Not just from her chest, but also from her heart.

Picked herself up and walked the road

To a future to heal herself

To a future to Love herself

To a future to help someone by telling her tale

I still look for her in the crowd

To see if her scars make her stand out in the crowd

Her stories of Love

Her world of healing is a long path

But I know she will continue that road

As she knows it's better to be able to breathe in pain than die of Love..