And I remember where we used to go
That one sacred place
That one place that my memory
Has grown an addiction to
It was there I met you.

I remember it like it was yesterday
Tormented by sadness
Your tears fell as crystallized pain
Glorifying the ground as
serrated-edged rain .
I remember your eyes, glossed and brutal
Stained with the emotions of abuse
Yet somehow , behind that hurt
I saw eyes like onyx, mirroring your past
Pulling my soul out of my chest as our eyes met

I remember your touch like a whole rest...as it paused that beat......that rhythmic beat.....
you know the one your heart makes
Yeah... It stopped, yet my mind started to pace
As if my heart and mind were running a synchronized
Relay race

It was her touch that confirmed it all
Trembling , apprehensive,
like as if human contact
Set her conscious a blaze
I remember her scars,
Proving that there was a deadly Picasso ,painting her body with pain
Her body became a carved canvas
In which her artist took it's frustration out on
The way the artist stroked the canvas you would think the artist is insane....
Creating a crushed work of art , yet her beauty somehow , still remained

I remember....it was then she spoke
Her first words were , it was "him"
I remember thinking these thoughts
Burning my conceptions with a perception of who "him" is.
Life left her lips as she talked
I thought nothing of it at the time Something was off about her
I could not tell if it was the way she sounded ,
She sounded as if her very words were abused,
As if her mouth pained ,
and twisted
and fought
To say the words she spoke

Life left her lips as she told me
It started when I was desperate Viciously tying my heart to false love,
Synthetic seduction ,
artificial happiness ..
I was so lost ,boarded up between the Barriers of myself and my slightest perception of love ,
So within myself , I tried to search for it
Searching the depths of me
My heart was beating dehydration and I searched for hydration in the wrong places
It was then I met him
His words were like a cloud lined with Cotton
Caressing my insecurities
pulling me to him as if he spoke gravity
Yet his actions reversed the polarity Of his words
He beat me ...
Shredded me ...
Told me that if I Ever leave
He would leave me dead
I loved him...I never felt that
But my body can't take it anymore
I never thought........
that I could ever love........
When love abused ....
Me.....
I just wish , I could of met you first...

It was then I saw , an open pill bottle As the last bit of life left her lips
I remember , how hallow my heart felt I tried to bring her back to life with my words to no avail,
A broken being
Obsessed with the ideas of love
So much that she could not be saved
I will never forget her
love is not as kind as we think

And I remember that place we used to go
for it was there I met you
It was there I met your beautiful being
It was there I met your abused soul.
And it has never left me