why i passed on your funeral

I think it's kinda of funny
that I've always loved the rain
must have been a survival strategy
to get through the storms

thunder and lighting
in the kitchen
up and down the stairs
into the living room

never blamed you
but now I know
it took a long time to get to this point
some women aren't victims

it's why I passed on your funeral
I gave up on you when I was twelve
it's the one lesson I'll pass on to my sons
some women aren't victims

even if they pretend to be

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from the smashing of plates
and through the roar of the argument
it's words full of anger
the slamming of doors
brings the light
that I float with
along snow covered streets
and flickering street lights
under a the dark blue sky
my thoughts turn to
of better days
with nothing but open highway
ahead of me