xxxx. there's no title for loneliness

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i wear my sadness on my face now
the way you wear makeup
i carry the sleepless nights in the shadows under my eyes
and abscense in my heart

why does no one see, still?
they act like it is nothing,
like i am fighting a breeze,
not a hurricane

is it that hard to see through
my laughter as if i was
watching a comedy movie
in a language i don't understand

how can i fly into your arms
for a slow dance with you
and you don't even notice me and
the tears running down my throat

you make me feel invisible
in the worst of ways, all of you,
pretending that i am fine
just for your own comfort

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