Somewhere, in me.
I am hurting.

Tiny splinters of pain, flicks of tears here and there.

Little untitled somethings smarting my everywhere.

My lips.
I can't speak.
Beneath my eyelids.
I don't want to see the world just yet.

The wizened and creased edges of my heart.

Odd thing is, I cannot even
whisper
it
in your ear.

Even if,
you are the only one who will ever know.

Simply because I know
you
are
hurting
*too.