Twelve years battered but not every day

The pain carried on nonetheless

Emotionally shredded like slaw

I bore a gloomy canvas of black and blue

Spoke novels with your fists like a demon

Your cowardly end to a problem

But I too was a coward

For I hid your indiscretions

Lockbox closed to the public

Until the day you broke me in two

For the chip that you bust carried into the wind

Safely landed, harbored onto a new shore

Life now lived without fear

Welded to another who speaks with words

And not the spineless craze

Of a person without heart or soul