Enigma Tears

The tears she cries aren’t clear.
They aren’t salty and cold.
They’re warm and crimson,
Like a newly changed fall leaf.

You can tell she’s been crying.
Her face is cleverly painted with a smile,
But tattooed across her big brown eyes are the words
“Help Me.”

The screaming and the yelling.
The running behind locked doors,
Afraid of what she’ll find when she opens it.

Yet her young heart keeps on beating.

“Worthless”
“Liar”
“Bitch”
“Ugly”
The words pile on top of her, grasping their
Dry, hard hands around her throat.

Yet her eyes still stay open.

Then, He found her in the dark, alone and
Afraid.
From the moment when he said, “Hello,”
She knew she wanted no one else.
He helps her believe in herself.
He adores and loves the real girl.

He wipes away all the paint, and
Removes the tattoo.
Her heart beats for many reasons now.

He’s one of them.