Daily Routine

Slamming her hand on the alarm clock that never misses to wake her
she stops in front of her mirror
turns around and lifts her shirt
to notice even more marks he gave her last night
yet its just like any other morning
same routine
get dressed,eat quickly and out the door
make sure he dosn't wake up
school isn't much of an escape
looking at all the round faces
filled with big lively eyes
and huge grins from ear to ear
thinking to herself
when will it be her time
to be happy
her thoughts are disturbed by the loud ding ding
"time for? 4th hour" she ponders
but deep down she knows she can't wait
sitting waiting to see him

There he is
?he seems just as shy and quiet as she is
but yet there is something there
something so bright that she cant keep herself away?

The walk

A rainy monday afternoon, while she walks home all alone
what else is new
emerging from the shadows
she sees a black figure

moving closer and closer to her
she looks up to see the boy from her class
he smiles
she feels her legs buckle underneath but has the strength to keep what is left of her
standing tall
as they walk home she finds herself laughing
happy for a change
he calmly puts his soft hand around her
and for the very first time
she's home
feeling her face warm up, squinting at the horizon
the sun coming out, shining some light into her green eyes

"Home"
back to hell
just walking through the door
she laid her eyes on
bottles of beer and Jack Daniels
she can hear her father yelling
probably more intoxicated than ever,
about some stupid thing
her mother didn't do right once again
she closes the door behind her
flops on her bed
feeling the hot tears rushing down her face

suddenly she's not seventeen
she grabs her torn
brown notebook
finds a pen

she's more alive than ever

thinking about that boy
realizing
I could write a thousands poems and noone would know its about you