He's always smiling
when he sees me,
beaming brightly,
speaking nicely,
exhaling thoughts
as if that's
what I need
to breathe.
I'm too nice
not to smile back
and pretend that this
is enough.
that this is
okay.
like speaking to him
adds life to me
instead of draining it.
I smile back.
Hoping "fake it
til you make it"
is worth the try,
knowing full well
I would rather say
100 goodbyes
than continue
whatever this is.
YOU ARE READING
💙🌊I Speak in Poetry🌊💙
PoesíaI couldn't contain the stories anymore. This is my truth. The fragments of my heart laid out for all to see. Words to heal, both you and me. (Poems are updated frequently)
