She wrote:
Sometimes
at night, I wake up
Scared
of the world, perspiring from
A
bad dream, wishing you were there
With
me. I close my eyes, think of happier times
And
rock myself to sleep.
And I watched over
you.
I watched you rock
yourself to sleep
When
your pillows are sodden with
Disgusting
tears spent for him.
I watched you
belittle yourself
Everyday,
crying, satisfying his wounded ego
I looked over as you
lay
Sprawled
on the bed while his nasty
Chiselled
body lay over you, shuddering in
Orgasmic
convulsions
I also saw you stare
at the ceiling, moaning,
Pretending
your climax, or almost.
For
he never cared nor noticed.
I noticed your sad demeanour,
I noticed your sad demeanour,
Loneliness
And
I wanted you to know that
I
would like to do more than
Just
watch; and that day,
I watched you wake
up with a start
When
I tried to console you
In
the middle of a bad dream,
Only, I frightened you more.
I saw your horror,
terror and decided
To
wait till he breaks you further.
He
didn’t disappoint, for once.
Soon I came unto
you, gave you words and dreams
And
started playing with your hair,
And
touched the glitter of your nail-paint.
I learnt to let you
trust me,
And
to talk to you of my love
For
you.
We
talked for days together
And
laughed aloud a lot
Till
they caught us in the act.
I watch over you
now, my love,
During
your therapy sessions
With
the doctor who gropes
You
in your sleep
I tell you now, my
love,
One
of these days
You
and I
Will
unite and let nothing
Come
between us
Only a matter of
time, my love,
Till
the doctor is convinced that your
Schizophrenic
other
Is
put to rest.
We will soon be
together, my love,
And teach that pervert what it means to mess with us.
And teach that pervert what it means to mess with us.