She held you, tightly, while you balked, riled up,
firing back with hateful words
and hands that wanted to take her life.
And while you hated her, she couldn't,
wouldn't leave you, knowing all the moments
that hid in the corners of your eyes
and in your mind. While I couldn't do that, after too many
doors had been shut and you saw to it that I couldn't find my way,
you've still been hijacked by your own fears, and
all I can do is stand in the corners of shadows in my room and
offer up the energy that sloughed off my body as quickly as the tears
fell from my chin - hoping that you could hear the notes I whistled
to no one, in particular, but you.