you, breaking open hollow fragments of the truths I trusted you with. I can hear the plinking of broken glass and promises, pattering as if the rain has become some sort of fractured heartbeat. they are small, but they crack me upon impact and you laugh when each echo shatters my insides.
how can you not see that I am trying to hide my face for a *reason? I do not want to admit that these are tears, and I do not want to pretend that they aren't. I just want you to notice, to stop destroying everything I gave to you just long enough for me to breathe. I need to breathe.