i tell you not to worry about me,
with a straightened posture and a put-on smile . . .

that i am invincible
just like you . . .

but beneath the facade
i am afraid i might break . . .

moment to moment
until these lungs can breathe once again . . .

do you notice it?
my chocolate brown meeting your baby blue . . .
do you feel it too?

the aches and pains
that echo within the walls of these bones
from too much heartache?

how much of me do you see? . . .

afterall, you were always the only one
who could . . .