| Unspoken. Every morning you rise just to kiss my cheek. I try to gather a smile as you walk away from me. The day creeps by echoing your life. Behind a heart-shaped face, you despise what your fists cannot erase. At night when all is calm I try to interest your lips, but still you keep the words locked deep within your chest. Like a bomb, you will explode and the pieces will dissolve. I wish not to be there, I know this shell too well. |
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