Her voice breaks like her baby blues, surveying the carpeted walls and floral patterns.
She sits without a sound, hands fall into my lap and she cries,
Lips trembling out words she prays her God doesn’t hear.
“He’d frown,” she says, knowing she’s in love with a man,
A man also in love with a man; her baby blues shattered and torn.
Lips trembling out words she prays her God doesn’t hear.
“He’d frown,” she says, knowing she’s in love with a man,
A man also in love with a man; her baby blues shattered and torn.
His eyes take in the open door; the tears she left on my shirt like those on his cheek.
Footsteps drag with reluctance to speak, the bed groans beneath his weighted heart.
Bruises pop in my eyes, waiting to hear why he hurt him this time.
Minutes spent proving this man’s love for him, hiding the scars,
“He only does this with the drugs,” he confesses, almost too quietly.
Minutes spent in my mind, knowing this man’s love for others.
Minutes spent proving this man’s love for him, hiding the scars,
“He only does this with the drugs,” he confesses, almost too quietly.
Minutes spent in my mind, knowing this man’s love for others.
His shadow darkens the door, falling on my face working to be hard as stone for them,
Piercing the silence with his eyes and nothing to say but how he loved her so perfectly.
Loved her blond hair, radiant in the fall from his fingers to her skin.
How her bright eyes could soften his hard jaw, take his lips into hers.
“Things just don’t work out,” his toughest whisper lets me know it all
His shaking hand moves from mine; “don’t touch me like her.”
How her bright eyes could soften his hard jaw, take his lips into hers.
“Things just don’t work out,” his toughest whisper lets me know it all
His shaking hand moves from mine; “don’t touch me like her.”
Hear his back hit the door, his voice coming from the other side in broken syllables.
He can’t come in, can’t give himself to another woman this way without her
We lay on two sides of a door as I listen to him breathe, not speak
Hands pounding the places where mine lay like catcher’s mitts for his.
“I never did anything but love her,” he cries to the whole world, letting me hear.
Footsteps making their way back down the hall, back to her arms.
Hands pounding the places where mine lay like catcher’s mitts for his.
“I never did anything but love her,” he cries to the whole world, letting me hear.
Footsteps making their way back down the hall, back to her arms.
My hands straighten the bedspread where they cried, his hand falling onto my side.
Fluffing pillows without a glance in his direction, I knew his footsteps much too well.
He spins me around with nothing but a finger, hazel eyes scared.
Measuring the way my lips quivers as I struggle against tears for him
“I don’t know why I am here,” he says, and I realize I don’t know either.
Frozen by the way his eyes touch mine, the way his skin takes mine in.
Measuring the way my lips quivers as I struggle against tears for him
“I don’t know why I am here,” he says, and I realize I don’t know either.
Frozen by the way his eyes touch mine, the way his skin takes mine in.
Hair stuck to my face in the lines where tears streaked pale cheeks, betraying me.
My arms wrapped around myself, hugging my own waist the way I wish he always could.
He pats the bed next to his leg, causing me to fall into him, bed ruined.
He tells me he knows of my nightmares, can see that I don’t sleep.
“You know I love you,” hanging around his ears to wait for an answer
As his arms curl around my legs, breaking the silence with my tears on his chest.
He tells me he knows of my nightmares, can see that I don’t sleep.
“You know I love you,” hanging around his ears to wait for an answer
As his arms curl around my legs, breaking the silence with my tears on his chest.
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