"Are you okay?"
He asks
His hand on my arm in a soothing motion
"Of course!"
I answer
A seemingly cheerful smile on my lips
My mouth is dry with lies
I lick my lips
A nervous tick
I try to seem reassuring
Bright smile
Wide eyes
"Good,"
He replies
A true grin turning at the sides
"It makes me happy to know you're happy."
I know
That's why I lied
To see you happy makes it worth it
It's just that sometimes I wish I could cry
For you to hold me
For me to be small in your arms
For you to melt my worries
But I'd rather see you joyous
"I love you."
I state
I keep my voice from shaking
