Tears roll onto my lips, stinging and cracked
yet closed my swollen eyes stay.
Weaving in and out the color rips,
my mind tells cruel stories to my heart, astray.
And yet when you do I’ll expect it,
As pain never leaves but instead deepens.
Oh, but I would-
if it would but
take pleading grace
The pain that should-
Leave this place…
I would.