"If shades of blue could talk

What would his eyes tell me?

It didn't used to be this way

With shaking fear staining his hands;


I've let him down so many times that

My reflection is hard to look at,

Because he doesn't have to see the wounds

To know that they're there

He feels them

Bleeds them

Without ever touching a blade.

It's not something I take pride in—

--hurting my only love.

The question is,' what is worse?

The pain I have or the pain I cause?'

Crimson spider webs cover my abdomen

Fragile lines that he traces,

Willing it all away with fallen tears,

Though in truth he knows,

My mind is already made up."

5/26/2005 8:49am