Accepting Pain.

She's sliding and if you look past, if you watch her..... maybe you'll capture a glance of her yesterday..... “Sunrise only falls when you don't believe tomorrow exists,” I explained, in my most patient tone. She bit her lip and shook her head, she followed me into my room and shut the door, she locked us in, for an hour it seemed, and whispered in my ear.... “I can write pain better than anyone,” she informed me, “I'm brilliant at tears.” And with this she tore pages out of my beloved sketch book, the one that no one is allowed to touch, and just when my jaw fell with the shock of her brazenness, I shut my mouth as I watched her pen turn letters into sobs.... I followed the words as they ran down, as ink turned into pretty swirls that screamed art and I told her... “Your angst belongs in a museum.” I had never seen her smile before, I had never heard her grin, but her lips parted at that moment as a single curl dropped down her previously wrinkled forehead and I saw the beauty in eyes that cry and knew that she had realized I accepted it. “Oh, but who would pay to hear me scream?” she asked, almost joking, as she crossed her legs and sat forward a bit, as her teeth tugged on her bottom lip, as she looked more her age and resembled a child instead of me.... “I would,” I replied, as I pushed back her hair and kissed her on the nose, “I would, if I didn't hear you in my dreams almost every night.”