the storm within him.

sick so sick,
of the storm.
tired oh so tired,
of trying to reform.

i got to the point,
where no longer could i stand.
run away... run away...
from this man.

i love him, i love him,
his unhappness and all.
sometimes i wish i woulnt care;
i wish i didnt fall.

how can i put up with him,
honestally? no longer do i know.
afraid of the futcher,
you know i wont leave you,
im not strong enough to go.

nothing physical,
more like the pain,
of a violent storm tearing your home.
used nails, broken glass wont always maintain.
the hold.

wear and tear;
of the already broken home,
little love,to no love.
alone i roam.

i want to feel your warmth,
i want you to WANT to kiss me.
like to hold me,
not ignore me when im crying right beside you.

not yelling at me all night
because we didnt have sex,
stealing my blanket off of me,
when im alseep on the floor.
then making me crawl over you,
to get back in bed.
youre hurting me,
slowly but now its all taken effect.
the times you do tell me im beautiful;
i cry.
never do u say that anymore.
i hate the fact that im so use to being treated this way i dont get mad when u yell, i say sorry take the fault and try to get it over with.  i hate how i have to nag to see you. i love you. and you dont seem to see how much ur hurting me. how much you have hurt me. what i feel is like, someone hanging off the side of a building, waiting for someone to rescue them becuase they are tired of failing when they try to rescue their self. im that person hanging there, with someone yelling at me, but im the one who lets go and just falls.