Helpless
These thoughts and images could my head,
As my imagination rushes ahead.
The hurt, the pain, the heartache, the tears.
I can see you causing me these in the fallowing years.
With your words and your touch, your smell and your strength,
All of which together I cannot go against.
Every night I wait in my room, helpless, waiting for you to come up the stairs,
Waiting for my door to creak open, for the moonlight to show that your there.
I watched as you hurt her, that dear friend of mine.
You took her childhood away, and ripped away the normal life of mine.
You still haunt my life, even though this happened long, long ago.
I wish I could forget you, but I can’t, so um forced to forever put on a show.
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