you and i, we're like russian dolls -
a multitude of feelings are beneath our walls.
relationships and heartache too
(a billion words, a billion sighs to hide)
have turned us irrevocably into fools.
yet in these memories, we are forever tied.

the lurking of someone underneath,
a person yearning for a chance to breathe.
constant fear of being seen,
each the opportunity to choose your skin.
ever blocked from view -
i've always been changing but you never knew.