suffocation of child abuse

To end this conversation
I'll drown in the awkward silence
that falls from your tounge and catches me
Sweeps me off my feet like an angels flightless wings

I'll continue to drown.

Gasping - choking on whats been said
I'm burning from the inside out.
To end this confusion seems highly impossible
as i am choked by the chains that sever my neck
And the heart i took so long to steal back is
wrenched from my chest again

And we become star-crossed lovers.

A slap in the face tells me to wake up to myself
But i'll prove that slap wrong
And all thats been said floats in the pool of nothing-ness
Now instead of bejewelled by scars, tattoos take their place.
The beauty of ink shows more power and understanding than one who is not inked could imagine.
You still judge me.

I'll not change.

And i'll neve take revenge
Because im a coward, hidden under the bed of a 3 year-old,
a monster, too ugly for society to see and too distorted to be understood.
I'm faced by rumours, they spear through me once again.
I fear that it hurts just like the disease of love being forced to hate.

And i lay bestoed by silence,

Listening, thinking, wondering what to do now.
I look up to see you there
Your cold hand wipes the tears from my eyes and we sit here in the dark, feeling as free as we ever will.
There is no need for sleep as we live in dreams so we stay, hiding from the world in the dark.
Huddled in each others arms.

I stop choking.

A new conversation is born
"Lets run away..."