AN: Just a little something I scrawled out when I was feelsing. Hope you enjoy, and please review!
A teardrop
on a gray cheek
rolling down
tinting a white dress
faintly blue.
Shaking hand
carving out blue letters
on a scarred arm
stinging with salt
pain is her hope
agony her euphoria
scars her release.
Fingertips smudged with yellow
evidence of a crime
she won't admit
she wants to be forgiven for.
Silence fills
the empty room
no one's here
no one cares
she's driven them all away.
A knock on the door
one-two-three-four
noise
words
she can't make out
she must be dreaming
no one would be here
not now
no one would care.
One-two-three-four
hinges creak
she tries to yell
"GO 8W8Y!"
but it comes out a whisper
not even.
His eyes
mis-matched
filled with worry
he saw the knife
she was supposed to hide it
too late now
he saw.
He's still talking
probably scolding
but she doesn't listen
no use
he'll leave soon anyway
he doesn't care
he's lying
no one cares.
He's moving now
she can hear his footsteps
he's leaving
told you so.
Something's being wrapped around her arm
blue staining white cloth
she's seen that too much
so she looks up
into mismatched eyes
his eyes
welled with barely suppresed tears
his faces tinged yellow
he's been crying
she hurt him
but something tells her
that seeing her like this is far worse
than any physical harm.
She is numb now
not crying
not angry
not even at her self
just numb
nothing.
His arms around her
warm and comforting
and she falls asleep
without ever telling him
why.
