just one of those things

[paintedmusic]

just one of those things
5.18.08

there are some things we never tell
even when they see it written plain on our face
even when it hurts something fierce

never tell, little girlie, never tell
not if we start to bleedbruisebleed
into the flower petals
(it was the thorns, we say: the thorns)
not if we start to cry, cry, cry
but we don’t—we never cry

because that’s something we never do either
even when it hurts something fierce
it’s just one of those things

he’ll whisper, whisper, whisper
touch, touch, touch
as if to make us think touching’s okay
even as his fingers trace along our arms
(and make us feel dirty deep inside),
he tells us how much he loves us
and how he’ll be able to love us for(n)ever and ever
if only we just never tell

late, late at night, he’ll crawl be(d)side us
and caress and whisper, whisper and caress
never tell, little girlie, never tell
and then comes the hurt, the deep-inside hurt
but we never cry, never cry
and never tell, never tell

that’s right, little girlie—we’d never tell
we know what that’ll bring
and it’s just one of those things

and so we never, never tell
we just wait until all is quiet in the un-magic of midnight
lie still (don’t hardly even breathe) until we know
we’re the only one awake—until he’s passed out beside us
((within us))
and we creep out of bed and down the darkened hall
step underneath the scalding water,
scrub until we bleed (because we’ll never feel clean)
until we hurt something fierce with skin raw as our insides

but tomorrow we know he’ll return to our side
whispering empty promises, full threats
he touches, touches, whispers, whispers
nightafternightafter innocence-breaking night
but
never breathe a word of it, little girl
even as he caresses and kisses and chokes
(and then he smirks and tells us a little rhyme)

"Never tell, little girlie, never tell
or you’ll burn in the greatest depths of hell."

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