Her eyes
Her eyes told a story
A story you had to see to believe
A journey of pain and sorrow
A legend of betrayal
A past she couldn't bear to think of
People called her insane
"The mute lunatic." Was her title
But I bet, if they looked in her eyes and listened,
They wouldn't be so judgmental
When she would look at the moon it pained her,
knowing he was on the other side
thinking of ways to kill her
When she looked at mothers and daughters together,
She thought of her own
And how she was long gone from her
And when she looked at blue eyes
It reminded her of him
But she never cried.
She never broke down.
She never spoke.
She never told anyone of her sorrows.
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger." She'd say to herself when she was depressed
And she wasn't alone.
There were others.
Like her friend, for instance.
Her friend was just as laid back as her.
For he mumbled, and never socialized.
They were completely different.
Though inseparable.
For he looked in her eyes,
And understood.
"Why don't you ever talk?" Her neighbor said one day.
Who would listen?
She scrawled on her paper.