he knocks

and knocks

and knocks

but she does not answer.

she locked herself in a room like a cage

so he could no longer hurt her.

she stayed for what seemed like days

but it was just only a couple of hours.

he called for her.

❝ baby baby baby ❞

❝ answer me, my darling. ❞

but she stayed mute

all he could hear was her faint sobs

and the running faucet from time to time.

none of his gestures mattered

and they all were filled with empty promises.

a promise of the love he could not give

the promise that things would get better between her and him.

he promised and promised but

he couldn't keep them.

not a single one.

and her heart destroyed once again

from this same man's mouth and hands.

and so she sat,

his voice fading away from the other side of the door

as her body laid flat on the cold floor

she closed her eyes and found a peace, a calm in her heart

and everything went black.

the exhaustion that overwhelmed her

dried her tears

and wrapped her up in a comfort

that was cynical yet relief

and then grown attached to it

it overtook her,  the spaces in her brain

and then the blood in her veins

and then it went deep into her beating red heart

and through her finger tips

and the strands of her hair.

and then her eyes peeled open

to a bright warm sunlight pouring out the window

that melted into her skin

she got to her feet and turned the knob

and he was waiting.

he stared at her

expecting tears and a frown

but instead

she had glassy eyes and a crooked smile

that was ear to ear

her heart beat across her chest

and she smiled even wider

at the feeling.

his mouth opened to form a sentence

but she left past him before he could even sound a syllable.

so he stood there, dumbfounded

the ache in his bones to reach out to her.

to explain why he can't love her

but he has an invisible chain across his throat, that squeezes his throat ever so tightly

and causes the air to thicken up into his chest

and so he can not tell

atleast not now

so he follows after her

and tries to spill his affection over her

like melted wax

with his lips and fingertips

because his mind has no other way to apologize or explain

so their lips touch

and her light radiates

so brightly

so deeply

into his veins

and into the arteries of his splintered heart.

this is when he decides that the chain must be broken

and he must speak the truth

he must tell her.

he must. he must. he must.