his lips made scars bleed
fingertips traced over the
pocket knife, the razor blade.
his blue eyes clouded my heart
and it sunk into the graves
of silenced words and emotions.
his tears wrapped around my lungs
and stole the comforting lie
from my tongue.
I wanted to run. to join
substance with the chair
or drift away with the air
just so he couldn't look
at me anymore. to remove
the sadness from his eyes.
but I stayed there, visible,
where he could see me.
he could finally see me.