quiet.

and then it was quiet.

she closed her eyes
and it was hard to breathe.
the best caress,
the kiss she’ll miss on her wrist,
when they where bleeding
just last week.
And he still thought she was beautiful.
And she knew it.
And it was quiet.

She closed her eyes,
and it was hard to breathe.
The night she couldn’t fight anymore.
He’d been gone so long…
the bleeding began again
becuase he didn’t see,
How many times
she closed her eyes
and hurt, just that day.
And she wondered if he thought
she was beautiful.
And she knew,
she’d lost it all.

She closed her eyes,
like the sight of things
brought fame of her shame.
Like the light splintered in her eyes,
like it was all worthless.

She opened her eyes,
and saw him:
eyes closed.
Squeezed shut, like it…
…was hard to breathe.
And she went to kiss his closed eyes,
And they let out their troubles.

and then it was quiet