He walked through the door
Different than before
Cracked without his mask
The actor, unable to act
He is beautiful, still
Perched on the windowsill
But he is afraid of being broken
So we leave it all unspoken
Outside it is snows
And suddenly, I think he knows
How it was for me
When I woke and his bed was empty
I almost call his name
I almost take his hand
I almost tell him, right then
So that he could understand
But I was never brave
So I watch him fall apart
In the silent night
Too afraid to bear my heart
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A/N
hi! so this was written for @the-names-nuwanda
per request for their awesome story but it wasn't what they were looking for at the particular part of the story they were writing and it was just kind of living in the drafts so I thought I might as well publish! (ps if you are reading this I am working on the other poem I'm so so so sorry it's taking me so long I haven't been able to come up with anything good yet but I'm working on it!!!).
anyway go check out their profile and read their stories fr! :)
