His Heart Speaks

This was for the 'Heartspeaks: Bruises And The Scars' Competition

The scars she has made;
He kisses them in acceptance.
Those scars of pain that remains;
He caresses them with understanding.

He intends to take that pain away,
Her heart is far too desirable.
But he has a vicious secret,
Kept private and undemanding.

But that first time he meets his fist,
With her soft, delicate cheek,
She cries while he apologises,
With regret and shame in his voice.

But she tells him there isn’t a need;
She felt the love from his strike.
This is his way, attention just for her,
And taking it as such was her choice.

Because while he was hitting her,
He was the one to bruise her skin.
It is not her own solitude doing so,
It’s not her urges cutting her soul.

It’s his affection that makes those marks,
Of love and ownership of trust.
His heart speaks for him with his passion,
That keeps her pain in control.