Paper thin her skin
Marked with the red of regret
Stained in its place so she'll never forget ,
If not from hands than from words .
For all she knows is exposing her hurt ,
To those who believe not in words .
For when no leaves her mouth
And his face turns to irritation.
The reality of the situation
Brings her back to life and her skin ignites
Remembering it's fight
Then no turns to yes
As she slowly undresses
Exposing her messes
Hoping he'd stay
Even after she put her hurt on display
But they never do
For when morning comes and all is done
The coffee brews for no one
And when the birds come to chirp
The noise drowns out her calls of disgust
The only hope leaving her gut
For in the end its plain to see broken girls are never invited for afternoon tea