The silence is louder than any words that they can yell.

He looks at her, she glances away.

She looks at him, he turns his head.

What are they afraid of?

If she opens her mouth, will he ask her to leave?

If he opens his mouth, will she say she has to go?

What brought them together?

Is it the missing passion that she longs for?

Is it the missing person that he needs?

What happens now?

They put a smile on their face and pretend it was nothing.

That is what happens with the silence between two lovers.

As I rub my fingers over the healed scars, all the memories come rushing back to me.

The numb feeling as the blade slides against my arm.

The empty thoughts that clouds my mind.

When I reach that temporary moment of nirvana I know that everything will be okay.

What do you say when someone stares at your scars and ask you questions?

Do you pretend to not hear them?

Stare off into space and talk about random things?

Make up a lie and say it was just your dog?

Or start crying and be completely honest with them?