I Know

 

Green eyes and that flannel shirt

Strong hands that would never hurt

Kind words and a gentle touch

Until it all becomes too much

 

He says “I love you” again and again

You say he’s “one of the good men”

But words are futile little tools

That change the story and break the rules

 

For you know what’s real

You know how it feels

To hide the fear

Whenever he comes near

 

To flinch when he raises his fist

And to constantly insist

That you’re just on edge

Not standing on a harsh ledge

“He doesn’t mean to hurt me”

“You don’t know; you don’t see”

“He’s been through a lot”

“It’s my fault we fought”

 

But I do know; I know it all

I know how you look pinned to a wall

I know you’re not happy, I’ve seen that look

And I know that your joy is exactly what he took

 

But I also know your strength

And the never-ending length

Of your bright, fiery spirit

So powerful, even he would fear it