There is something we should say
About her
Before you start
Instead we stand in the doorway
Hovering
Unsure of the meaning
You will weave into our words
Afraid of the battered mind
Who will drag herself back to us
Only when she has clawed out
Your innards
And left you disembowelled
Her self remorse unbridled
Yet she will have loved you
And been loved
Surely every one in life deserves that chance?
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