My skin kept the things my eyes cannot;
underneath my skin are my secrets and thoughts,
my lungs and my heart,
my blood and my veins and my bones.
my skin conceals the rapid beating of my heart,
the rush of my blood,
the weakening of my bones.
it conceals just some of the things that I experience every time my eyes interlock with yours.
however, my eyes, darling, they cannot do what my skin can.
they exhibit the feelings I have, feelings which I do not want to acknowledge, for all to see.
all including you.
darling, you looked at my eyes and saw my feelings,
the things that I suppressed,
you saw the feelings which you knew were for you.