No one to listen

Chapped lips touched her forehead as a pair of strong arms embraced her small fragile body, pulling her in. Closer. Closer still, until the air between them ceased to be. The heat she had felt was beginning to fade, the uncontrollable urge to cry. Nothing remained. Not even her sense of pride. All that ever remained was the feeling of being loved.

How she wished it were so. But instead she is met with cold eyes, the gaze upon her cut her open like a doctors scalpel. Harshly he spoke. Blaming her, letting her know that her feelings were of no importance. Making her feel more worthless and selfish than before. Making her wish she never had told him about the wounds down her wrist. Harshly he spoke again. She refused to answer. All she could do was cry. For even if she spoke, no one would listen.



Poetry by PrincessBon
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Written on 2016-10-12 at 16:30

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
There some who listen , read between the lines.
Ken
2016-10-12