your life story is a thriller - full of
blood and screaming and rainy nights
in the middle of january. i have watched you
survive so much, and it kills me to see you
crying like this. i want to destroy
the man who has done this to you, but
i cannot. he is out of reach. so instead i
must silently watch you suffer, able only
to offer kleenex, ice cream, and faint promises of
i'll never let him near you again.
and it is not enough, but i promise i'm here for you,
i'm not going anywhere.