broken
2/2/16
i can see it in your face.
in the way you speak to those you love,
those you hate.
i can see it in the way you act.
you think you’re so misunderstood.
you’re not.
i understand you better than you think.
and i know how hard it must be
to live,
broken.
you shield yourself from the whole world
because no one would love you
if they knew who you really were.
i know what you see through the glass
when you look in the mirror.
something i know you don’t like to do
because hiding from yourself
makes you feel safe.
and when darkness surrounds you,
welcomes you,
makes you feel whole again,
what’s the point in finding light?
what if everything i’m able to see in you
is all that you want me to see?
because no one can ever find out
your deepest, darkest secrets.
but maybe they’re not as deep and dark
as they seem.
(i promise you,
this won’t last forever.)
