i can't fight for you.

sometimes, when i'm lucky, it's not me that gets thrown around.
instead, it's you he decides to hurt and i just stand and hear my heart pound.
i can see him hurt you, but my feet are frozen to the ground,
i'm afraid and ashamed, so i don't move a muscle or make a sound.
even though you're not outnumbered, it always seems like a billion to one.
while you're on the verge of crying, he's smiling and even having fun.
and when he finally breaks you, you're bruised and beaten to the floor,
my eyes just glue to the tile, i can't watch it anymore.
so i take a couple steps back, i know you know i'm there,
my lips are also glued shut, and in my weakness, i can only stare.
when he's done he just leaves you there, broken, battered, and bruised.
your eyes align with mine and i feel that you're very angry and confused.
i know what he did was cruel, and what i didn’t do was worse,
but my feet are glued to the floor, and my voice is only strong in verse.

i'm sorry i didn't fight for you.