"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
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."