~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