Eve.

5 3

he was slumped in the corner,

when i woke,

everything slow,

focusing in my eyes.

eyes that used to be bright and blue,

like crystalline water.

but were now dull and dark,

like empty skies,

on bare winter nights.

scarred by all they had seen,

by the things i wanted to forget,

but had to remember.

i tried to move,

but my head protested.

i could feel dried blood,

in my hair,

crusted onto my face.

why did things have to go this way,

eve?

why is my only feeling,

pain,

and his,

hatred?

if only things were different.

if only,

eve arden.

if fucking only.