her wrists
bleeds with her pain
she hides
beneath sweaters
beneath sleeves
she doesn’t want to talk
she doesn’t want to share

i hold my words
like shards of glass
my voice
rusts from things left unsaid

she carries the weight of the world
and the best i can do
is hold her close
when she falls

i stand and i wait
for her to let me
be the one to bleed instead