Suicidal
I called him time and time again,
I wondered why he did not answer.
Pulling on my coat as I ran against,
the blustery snow.
The house lights were not on,
and the door was wide open.
A light shimmered in the kitchen,
drew me inside.
There he sat writing,
what I will never know.
Reaching toward his shoulder
my cell phone rang.
He turned and faced me
something glinted in the candlelight.
He raised his fist above his head
and brought it to his heart.
I leaped at him knocking him
to the tiled floor.
In its place of piercing his misunderstood heart
the blade punctured my face.
People ask about the blemish.
My friends ask about the handcuffs in my purse.
My boyfriend asks if I love him more than everybody.
And all I ask and will ever ask is ….
WHY?
