| Posted on February 18, 2016 at 4:50 PM |

I'm fighting to keep my eyes open,
My breaths short,
unstable,
shaky.
I'm decaying right in front of you,
and you're breaking in front of me.
Your eyes speak louder than words,
what do you see in mine?
A tint of green behind the screen of reassurance?
Can you see the reflections in the broken glass? I'm fighting to keep my eyes open.
I'm barely breathing in front of you.
All they want is lust.
I just want you happy.
Unlike me.
I'm so worried.
I don't know what you know.
Can you show me?
I'm fighting to keep my eyes open.
I am almost steady.
What if I wasn't anything but a dream?
Would you wake from our reality, or dream with me under our own stars.
Are you still breaking?
I can't see.
I still don't know what you know, why won't you show me?
Do you not trust me enough?
Do you not know me?
I'd show you my scars, and my wounds from previous self battles.
I'd show you, I'd tell you anything you want to know.
But what about you?
I'm fighting to keep my eyes open, this dream isn't as pefect as I wanted it to be.
Please just tell me if you're breaking.
I sitll can barely even breath, like that even matters.
I'm just decaying.
Are you ever going to show me what you know?
Or are you just going to hide from me?
-The Broken Poet </3
Categories: Bleeding Tears
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