If I were to write, I’d write about you.
All the things I’d have to say and what I’d do.
If I were to write, I’d write about the abuse.
All the things that were done and that you continued to do.
From broken dressers, black eyes and memories I hope one day will fade.
I’d write about it all until the pen fades.
I’ve cried and been broken but now what is left for me to do?
I guess I’ll just sit here and think about what I’d write about you.