Forever

Do they think I can't hear his screams. Pain.
Do they not know I can see through my window. See the blood. See the guns. See the knives. See. See all of it.
His bloody head lies on his cut up lap.
His green eyes tell all his unbelievable stories. No one can hear them. They wont understand.
Tears hit my cheeks. Slowly they flow down my chin.
His eyes find mine through our windows.
Scared. Confused. Worried.
Does he see me? Yes. Fuck. Help.
He lets the word help leave his swollen lips.
His tears fall to the blood y floor.
Ropes. Guns. Knives. Voices.
Me. Him. Us running. Him crying.
He's so hurt. So cut up. Bloody. Alive.
He's safe. For now. With me. Forever.