Your savior
She came to school one day
She had chocolate wavy hair
It went all the way down to her hips
She had friends
But they were just school friends
She was pretty shy
She was always happy though
So positive
I found myself attracted to her
I sat by her in most classes
One day when she came to school her
Arms were bruised more than
Anything I've ever seen
I asked her what happened
She said she played sports
She fell and got tackled during practice
The next day she wore longer sleeves
But her face a week later had a
Bruise right on her eye
She fell off her bed in her sleep
She said she was clumsy
Days later she limped to class
I asked one more time
She said she tripped on the stairs
Then she raised her hand and her back
Showed
Bruised everywhere
I grabbed her wrist after school and pulled
Her close
I'll make sure they never hurt you
A single tear formed on her cheek
She kissed me and said
I'm being abused
I sighed and said
I am too
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