It seems that when you’re with me that your castle crumbles a bit, Your frayed facade draws back hesitantly. I often ask if you’re okay when you have your pretend skin on Mainly because that happy, watery smile is a telltale sign that you are anything but. You lie to me to reassure me that I’m wrong but you confirm my suspicions with your hitched breath and double takes. I cry and I laugh Because it’s funny how sad it is.
Please recommend ways to better this one. I’m perfecting another piece but this one felt so unreachable. I’m not sure I can save it, but I’ll dare to try.