Chronicles of a voiceless victim

I let you in,out and inside of me.
I left you one two,too many times
it's true.
Yet three four,for the life of me...I
still considered you a part of me.
I watched your fist pierce my
body,pools of blood pouring
from my beat up pores.
I watched your hands break my
skin faster than a razor blade,yet I
stayed.
I watched you spit on my face
with every disgrace and prayed
with God's Grace I'd be out of
that place.
Still I let you in,out and inside me.
I left you one,two,too many times
it's true.
Yet three four,for the life of me...I
still considered you a part of me.
Friends saw those wounds,black
purple and blue.
Friends pitied the fool who
wouldn't even sue.
What they didn't know was that I
loved you.
What they didn't know was that I
needed you.
I still remember the smell of your
sweat as you kicked me all over
the floor.
I still remember the smell of my
blood as I wiped it off that
wooden floor.
I still remember the roses you
gave me to end my sorrow.
I still remember you saying it will
get better tomorrow.
Once more I still let you in,out and
inside of me.
I left you one,two,too many times
it's true.
And three,four,for the life of me...
I still considered you a part of me.
And now as I lay six feet
underground,trapped and soil-
bound I still love you