Was it because you loved her hair
that you twisted it's tresses in your hand
and forced it behind the door?
When you breathed how much you care
was that before she knelt to your commands
or after the crude words you swore?
Who was the man with that irresistable flare
was he who fixed her with his burning brand
who kept her face to the floor?
What was the love to which you swear
an excuse to force upon your demands
a cage for a bird meant to soar?
- A story I wish most Women couldn't relate to