Because I Loved You

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