Unimportant

Her eyes tell stories
That her mouth dare not
If you would care to look
Even just to glance
Those eyes would be found more red
than the blood that seeps from her open wounds.
She cries now
For what? She doesn’t know.
She doesn’t care.
Right now all she cares about is you.
She screams now
For what? For pain?
For something to break the silence
That leaves her alone with only thoughts of you?
She doesn’t care.
She doesn’t know.
All she knows is you.
She loves now.
She opens up.
For what? For a chance at happiness?
She doesn’t know.
She doesn’t care.
All she cares about is you.
She’s crying again.
She does this too often.
She wishes she could smile again,
A true smile
One that only comes at even thoughts of you.
Her fingers shake now,
As she slowly types all her feelings into words.
Stupid words that will never even come close to truly expressing how she really feels.
Her hands continue to shake as she confesses her love
But is this all in vain?
She doesn’t care.
She doesn’t know.
All she knows is she loves you.