Silence
in a dim lit room
no one here
but me and the moon

A Sound
a knock at the door
I turn at the noise
then I look at the floor

I walk
and I do
outside the door
the tap of his shoes

I pause
as I try to decide
should I hide my face
or stare into his wrath filled eyes

No time
no time to think
the insistant knock
turns into anger on the brink

I turn
the knob of the door
and he flys through
throwing me to the floor

Hurting me
he throws insults
his fists giving me bruises
my broken heart is the result

Why?
that is my cry
this was the guy
who was going to help me reach the sky

But now I know
this isn't true
for if he loved me
My sky would be blue

But it isn't
and now
I lay face down
on the floor
no more
can I love
with my
broken heart