Mouth- Told by Holly

You bare your teeth as you snarl at me.
Lip curled, in disgust and hatred,
Your teeth flash as the light hits them,
Your mouth open as you scream insults at me.
Your tongue lashes
More cruelly than a whip- and more painful too
Your jaw works over time as it moves to spit out the insults 
The blood red colour of your lips standing out even more than ever,
Against the pale background that is your face.
Now it seems all you can do is frown:
But I remember a time when a smile used to live on your face.
When the tongue that now you use to shout at me
Use to join mine, together, as one.
When the lips that now frown and sneer at me
Used to gently kiss me, whisper in my ear.
There used to be sparkles coming off your teeth
Now there are flashes of lightning.
There used to be laughter lines
Now there is nothing.
All you do is bite my head off.
I’m thinking but I can’t remember
What I did to make your mouth hate me so much.

Eyes- told by Patrick

She could never hide her feelings from me,
Her eyes gave them away.
Whether she was upset, angry or happy
She could never hide it from me:
Not with her eyes.
One look could take me to heaven or shatter my dreams.
She had laughing eyes
And you always knew they were laughing with you,
Never at you.
I could physically feel when she was looking at me,
Those eyes that bore into my soul, no where to run
And no where to hide- not that I wanted to.
When those brown eyes fill with tears it hurts.
Her eyes are the not only the window but also the door to her soul,
So I can tell that her soul is crying.
Holly wouldn’t be Holly without those eyes,
The eyes that stared at me constantly while I tried to save her body from the drugs,
The eyes that blinked and gave me hope again,
The eyes that filled with tears when she finally came around and clung to me for dear life.
Those eyes,
Her eyes,
Her beautiful, smiling brown eyes.

Arms- told by Holly

I only felt safe when I was in his arms.
The arms that would save me from everything,
Would block out the pain.
So strong without being threatening,
Safe: without being suffocating.
When I lay in his arms I felt the world would stop turning for us,
I felt he- we- could do anything,
As long as he had his arms around me.
I would run to him when I was in trouble
And he would calm my fears,
Pull me into a hug that would crush the very bones in my body
And tell me everything was going to be okay.
And while I was in his arms everything was okay.
Everything was going to be okay.
For a few short moments the future looked bright,
The future with just him holding me
Forever and ever,
But then we pulled apart.
And suddenly the world didn’t seem quite so safe,
Not when I wasn’t in his arms.

Hair- Told by Patrick

I can see her long brown hair as she walks away from me,
Never her face anymore.
She never looks at me,
Always lets her hair fall in front of her face,
To hide her true expression.
I watch her from afar,
The way she plays with her hair when she’s nervous
Wining it round and round her fingers,
Before finally tying it back.
I always used to like her hair,The length made her stand out from the crowed.
No one else had hair like Holly’s
So I couldn’t loose her.
At night she used to lie on me and I would play with her hair,
The way she is doing now.
Smoothing it down: taking strands away from her eyes.
I used to watch her plat her hair with fascination,
So easily it came to her,
The ability to make herself look like she’d spent hours on her hair,
In just a few short moments.
Not that she needed any help in looking beautiful,
She’d be beautiful if she had no hair at all.
I used to love her hair,
Just as I love her.
But now I resent it, with every bone in my body
Because when she walks away from me,
As she so often does,
I’m left staring at the back of her head,
Her hair.
Willing her to turn around.
But she never does.