Darling, don’t think I didn’t see
the streaks of crimson
running down your cheeks
a mix of blood and tears.
I’ve seen it all
paper cuts and shards of glass
they cut
clean and clear.
Be stronger, the bedroom is tired
of being the place to hold you
when you won’t let
anyone else do.
Let go, the fears
of embracing the unknown
will eventually
come true.
; 