I look at you, and i can see it in your face. You think you can hide it, but i see you.
I see the hurt, the dark circles beneath your eyes, and the quiet whisper dancing on your bottom lip. Too afraid to be voiced, too afraid to be heard, because you're too afraid to be hurt.
I just want to take your hand and wrap you up in my arms, hold you, comfort you. Tell you things you'll believe, but you don't seem to believe anything anymore, because you've been deceived far too many times.
So I'll just look at you and see the pain in your fake smile, and I'll smile back. I'll hear the lie when you tell me that you're just too tired, and I'll say me too.
I know you're broken inside. I hear your unsaid words. I see your scarred heart. No matter how thick the mask and shield that you've put on.
YOU ARE READING
A Recollection : Sincerely, me.
PuisiFancy words, and sad things. "Some days, I feel everything at once. Other days, I feel nothing at all. I don't know what's worse : Drowning beneath the waves, or dying from the thirst." NOTE : If you guys want to share these poems please menti...
