"I see you."
He said.
And me, being the peculiar person I am, asked " what exactly do you see?"
"The real you.
A woman in pain.
A woman who becomes detached to avoid being hurt.
Don't hide from me, just be you."
I laughed it off.
Even though we both knew he was right.
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PoetryRandom thoughts turned into poems. Amazing freaking cover by bubiska
