𝔪𝔶 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔥𝔦𝔪

𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮

you ask if i can read you yet.

i always answer no,

but im afraid to tell you that i can.

i see your sadness

your anger

your hurt

and your desire for it to all go away.

to feel better is all you want.

i keep telling you no,

because i am afraid.

afraid that if i finally say yes youll close up.

you wont talk to me,

and youll shut down.

so ill keep being the girl who cant read you,

when in reality.

i  get sad when your sad,

i become angry when your eyes get frustrated and show you anger.

and i hurt when you hurt.

but most of all,

we have the same desire.

for all your pain,

to vanish down the drain.

                  z.l.