She cries late
                  every night
     Turns off all the
                           lights
         Sits in bed
bawls
             her eyes out
      in the dark
Cutting out pieces
      of her heart
No one can see
                          the scars
           of her sewing
back up her chest
       Soon she will be
             an empty shell
        Hopefully
                    putting her soul to rest
If her heart
                    is no longer there
It can't get broken,
              right?
If no one can see
                          the tears
Then she never cried,
                     right?

Do you ever think of us?
Or are we a lost cause
That I'm still fighting for?

We.
In a table together
choked with warm colors
of our skin.
Suspended by the music
my breaths
and your prayers.
Hostages of our desires.
Trapped by life.