In her eyes
You can only see the phantom red lines
Sobs fill in the blanks of her already cracked face
The feeling breaks
I realize I am looking at my broken embrace
The tears tearing away at my already battered face
I continue, waiting to get pulled away
Deciding what to wear today
The sad cracked face or the one smiling wide
Hiding too much inside
My tears began to dry
Breaking more of what is left inside
The mirror now shines bright matching my bright smile
Hiding what is really on the inside
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Almost Oxygen
PoetryThe words I Should have said but never did, The words that Almost used Oxygen This story/Collection of poems is a lot of things, things I'd wish I said, A journey of love if I can even call it that, Heartbreak, learning it's okay to be alone. The jo...
