Cuts
You try looking all over the cafeteria but all you can see is the two of them sitting so damn close.It almost makes you sick how she leaves one boy, and so quickly falls in love with another.
Scowl, they look like they are going to kiss in the middle of the crowded lunch room.
You want to scream and make the whole damn world freeze.
But no, you don't... Yes, you do.
Wait, what is he doing?
He's pulling up her sleeve but she's trying to resist.
You know he's stronger than her, so he obviously wins the little struggle, and stares at her wrist.
What.. What's so interesting about her bare-- Oh.
You see that she has scribbled red ink randomly.. How weird is-
No... You lean closer.. She's cut tiny Xs along all her veins, tracing them from the inside of her elbow to the bottom of her palm.
They are red and look sore, you actually grab your own wrist as if suddenly the stinging has transferred to you.
But, why is he staring at the cuts?
Wouldn't anyone in that situation just cover it back up, walk away, break up that night?
She looks so uncomfortable; she'd probably rather die than be here right now.. And for some reason.. So do you... Why?
He's leaning so close to her arm as if he wants to count each X... Studying... Observing.
He looks up at her, and you can tell she's about to cry, and he just looks right into her eyes and mouths something that you can't comprehend but you know, you just know that he's telling her it's okay and that she'll be all right, he will help her through it, and they will talk it through.. She won't need to resort to this anymore, Baby.
She turns away from him and you want to slap her from breaking this incredible connection they shared through their eyes... He quickly grabs her chin and kisses her once, hard, pulls away then goes back for another kiss... This time softly.
For some reason it's different now.. You don't want to mock them for their public display of affection or love or caring or whatever the hell that amazing thing they have is called.
You're wondering what he's going to do next, as he looks back and forth from her wrist to her eyes which are soaked with her tears now... And maybe she's crying because she's realizing how much she loves him, or maybe it hurts, or maybe she's just embarrassed but you can't know for sure.
He does something weird then... He leans down and presses the almost exact same soft kiss on her wrist that he pressed on her lips and you can feel your own eyes fill with tears as they look back at each other and hug so tightly and the world does freeze and you can't even think and nothing makes sense but everything does but not entirely and no one knows anything even though it's all so simply complex.
Poetry by kaytee
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Written on 2008-12-12 at 00:12
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