Wilted

Him

I try to get out,
And I can't.
Because even when he comes,
Home drunk,
She still loves him.
She still loves him,
Even when he skips work,
And she knows where he went.
And she tries to escape her mind,
But she can't escape her heart.
And I hear her,
Try to cry the pain,
Right out of her veins,
Like she can feel it,
Burning through her blood,
And she must get it out.
I hear her,
Because I've heard the same cries,
From the hidden flower I see.
She tries to hide it,
But I can see it,
I always do.
And I think,
She noticed me on the third day,
When I didn't stare,
At the cuts on her arm,
But rather asked about her day.