Silent as my screams

Words are not often understood

Not everything is said in words
Sometimes its small touches
Furtive glances
Ticks in jaws
Emotions behind closed eyes that never see the light

Sometimes words are spoken in symbols on paper
Wet pillow cases
Even long sleeves

We have become so used to listening with our ears that we are blind to what is told to us through or eyes

I found a rusty blade the other day,
I don't remember the what was said

But I remember the look on your face
I even remember the way you held me as liquid pooled from both our eyes

I still feel the desperate way you held me
As though to tell yourself, and me, that i was still there
That a shiny blade hadn't made me disappear.

Any words that you said were meaningless to my broken and decaying mind
But the words you spoke with your arms around my bleeding body meant more than any subtly spoken Shakespeare sonnet

You were never one for affection
So your touch spoke volumes that night.

I heard what you said while i stared at the floor in silence
Your sobs echoing in my room

Not everything can be understood through words