Monday, May 10, 2010

~Sharing Scars~


It's 2 AM, and I can't sleep
just frozen in my bed staring
out my cold dark window
holding my breath 
as each car passes by
softly praying he'll come back

Be open he says...
Talk to me he says...
Trust me he says...

But when the talking is done
and the wounds are open
and I have given all I can give
All I find is myself alone 
with nothing but the blood
being swallowed by the night

So much was said
So much unsaid
So much for sharing scars

3 comments:

singedwingangel said...

OH how easy for a man to say "talk to me, tell me anything" So many times the depth of oour anythings are much greater then they can bear. Espeially being warriors and their desire to protect..

Vodka Logic said...

I loved it... so well said.. and the unsaid is often what causes the scars

Helene said...

Wow, very powerful and deep! My attitude has always been that if a man WANTS to hear what you have to say, he may be a keeper!