The Last Time – Again

I had this dream the week before
And it repeats in my head;
I still hear echos of ‘slut’ and ‘whore’
And in the morning I just want to stay in bed.

I ran from you while you rest
And I ran naked in the dark,
A scarlet letter on my chest
And under my breast, my heart broken apart.

I tried to stop myself from crying
But dreams show what we’re afraid to do,
And all you wanted me to be was dying
In that heated moment: I wanted the same for you.

You tore off my dress, leaving me cold
“Hush now baby, I’ll make it good”
And I believed you as you tried to fit me into a mold
“I like ‘em slutty” you said, getting into the mood.

And in this dream. where I bleed,
That repeats when I open my eyes
You made me beg and plead
And everything I ever felt for you dies.

And in this recurring dream where you cry for me,
I’m in the corner, blood over my heart
And you ask me to stop crying so loudly
And in this reality, you broke me and tore my life apart.

Written October 16 2007 – inspired by a news article about domestic violence.