Fists

"Do I know you from somewhere?
Why do you leave me wanting more?
Why do all the things I've said
sound like those stupid things I've said before?"

It seems so long ago now,
the music and the dancing,
the drunken stupor and the pain.
You hurt me for no reason,
insulted and abused,
you'd already taken my dreams,
you seemed determined to poison my memories as well.
Control beyond control,
drunk and sober but in control.
Closed,
shut out.
You made me dance when no one else could,
and when you left me I knew I had to go.

"Kiss me I'm dying"

I had to go,
but you pounded your fists against my chest.
You pounded your fists against my chest
and begged me to stay.
You grabbed my shirt
and pounded your fists against my chest
until my ribs ached.
You pounded your fists against my chest
until I gave in.

What little dignity I still retained
was lost that night.
I knew then you could always hurt me,
and I had no choice.
You pounded your fist against my chest
and broke my heart.