Harsh lines mar his face
and cruel words spit from his lips
with no intention of healing.
But I have found kindness among the unkind.
Her eyes are cold and calculating,
she sneers at the misery of others,
harsh rejections in every breath she takes.
But I have found safety in the unsafe.
Skin bruised in yellow and purples,
her voice tremulous, like the blues,
eyes search every action for inevitable violence,
ears attuned to the slightest increase in pitch,
a warning for oncoming verbal slashes.
I have found love in the unloved.
I seek their secrets
like an addiction to be fed.
The slightest compassion in the cruel, stiff lip,
the hidden scars under his sleeves,
the quiet sobs hidden in the corner
of the loudest laugh.
I seek their secrets,
and I keep them hidden
behind my own laughs,
and in my own lips.