A Love That Hurts

She wears her silence like a veil Stitched with echoes of nights unseen, Where shadows whisper fractured tales, Of love that turned to something mean, A heart once full, now torn between. His voice, a storm that splits the sky, His hands, a thunderclap of pain Apologies like fleeting sighs Washed away yet fall again A cycle spun in endless chain. Behind closed doors, the world is blind, To screams that never reach the light, She paints her face, she speaks in kind Hides the bruises out of sight, Convinced that love should feel this tight But love should never be a cage Nor hands a shackle to endure No kiss should ever taste of rage Nor words be blades that cut impure Love is not a wound to cure One day the silence cracks apart She finds her voice, she dares to breathe, Steps beyond the past so dark Where fists no longer weave her grief, Where love is kind and love is free