Its was simple
they met on the street
the bench was holding more than just friends
Ones mind was calm
The other is a ragging tornado
Both were talking softly and calm

One had the knife and was making cuts
while the other had bandages and fixing them up
Toxic yet good for each other

The clouds came in
The rain started to pour
Blood running down their arms

One was calm
with the final cut of skin
they sat there and smiled
hoping for a scar

Alone they sat
in the pouring rain
understanding the pain all too well
Their smile bright
as the water ran down their face

No one would know
No one could see
the knife didn't cut skin
But muscle instead
and the rain hid the tears
in plain sight