Your eyes stare me down as I sit across from you.
Falling apart, shattering into pieces.
Crying in your car like a child that never learned to regulate emotions.
My emotions overflowing,
I wonder if I'm going to drown.
Insecurities clutching me by the throat.
Leaving all I can do is choke out sobs.
I prepare for your eyes to tear me down.
For a look of pity to wash across your face.
Or maybe one of disgust instead.
But I found no such face.
Instead I found softness in your eyes.
Reassuring me that my feelings were okay.
Don't look at me like that.
Don't touch me.
Or I will crumble.
Your eyes pierce my soul,
Your kindness overtaking my doubts.
Telling me that everything will be okay.
Don't look at me like that.
Otherwise I might actually believe it.
YOU ARE READING
Ramblings of a Madman
PoesíaShort poetic ramblings of my daily life, navigating the overwhelming feelings that bombard me as I await an answer. I do not write poetry, but I shall try for you.
