A Broken Fairytale [Part One]

He hurt you, he made you cry
You came to me, wanting to die
I saw the pain upon your face,
No longer filled with poise and grace.

The pain surrounded you, like a wave
Of unsettled sand
Convinced that you’ll be in your grave,
With no friendly and loving hand.

It killed me to see all the pain
That one could cause
You screamed out his name
Yet he still could not feel remorse.

Shadows overcome you, but not like shelter from a storm
His hands were no longer loving, caring and warm.
Icy cold and deadly was his touch
Upon your skin it all became too much.

You called me up, after one night’s bad dream
The wounds re-opened as you said you awoke with a scream
The stroke of midnight had just passed
But the dead of the night shattered by your cries of broken glass.

I remember the feelings and what you said.
I remember them clearly as I lay in my bed
Your heart was so broken that your thoughts poured from your head
You told me everything, even how you wished to be dead.

Tears dampen my cheeks as I remember
The pain.
We spoke about it for hours, without even
Mentioning his name.

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