driving home the last rainy night
he knows she’s leaving, she doesn’t want a fight
she tries to say goodbye, he won’t let her go
and suddenly she’s lost the privelege to say no
alone in a house of tainted glass
reliving the nightmares as the midnights pass
he left her in a fury of fear and shame
he left her with no one but herself to blame
life continues seconds at a time
the sun peeks out, poems rhyme
she’s through trying to forget the past
looking towards a bigger future, one without a mask

don’t read more into that than is meant to be. it’s just an ugly story that’s turning pretty.