ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]

Saw you sleeping

I saw you sleeping tonight,

Same as yesterday,

The mascara bled from your eyes,

In streams of lines,

On your cheek.

Hair messed up as some filthy teenager's wardrobe,

Lip color rubbed more on the outside than on your lips,

I could listen to your murmuring to self,

In soft cries and sobs.

Those fresh red scars on your thighs and hands,

Made me cry invisible tears.

I know it's tough,

But to see you like this 

Breaks my soul, the only thing I have.

I know you are still mourning,

Every day and night for my death.

But it's more difficult 

For my soul,

To leave you like this,

To move on 

From this mortal world 

And bid adieu.