everything I couldn't say

Love Is Good

And here I lay;
Naked and uncertain.
All of my inequities stretched out before you.
All of my scars burst and the red flowing from skin to ashes.
Braids run through my hair.
Names run down my skin.
Tattooed by all the ones who said they'd stay, but didn't.
Purple harshly litters, with yellow and with green.
Makeup covers the bruises, so that they go unseen.
Pimples covered by foundation.
Eye bags concealed with ease.
Scratches are covered, as the darkness hovers.
Wishing someone would hear my plea.
And then I do decide.
I'm nearing my final breath.
The pills in hand,
The trigger in touch,
It's all laid out in a plan.
As the pills touch my tongue,
the barrel to my temple,
sweat runs down my back.
Has it all become this simple?
I'm met with a pair of eyes.
The pupils drowned by brown.
they follow my every movement.
They ask, "Why is it, you frown?"
How am I supposed to answer?
He already knows my thoughts.
I'd hoped I'd escaped the trap of love,
but in reality, I've been caught.
I've ran away from anyone and everyone who cared.
If I'm considered a mouse,
love looked like a bear.
But I was wrong.
Love isn't bad.
At least, his love isn't.
He took all of my sadness, and with it, orchestrated the most beautiful love song.
Like I said, I was wrong.
Love is good.
Love is when you look into his eyes and feel as if you've traveled the entire universe in that split second.
Love is when your pain disappears.
And not just temporarily.
Love is seven billion people trying to catch your attention, but all you see are those brown eyes.
Love is being an hour away from one another, but being closer than ever with simple words.
Love is good.

m.r