Thursday, March 15, 2018

A Girl

it was fair, there underneath your eyes was pain that had piled up till it came out

you walked away crying, i wanted to join you, to cry along wit you, to help you geteverything that had been sitting on top of you out.
but-

i knew i shouldnt
i knew if i were to follow you out of the load and crowded room,
i wouldn't stop crying till my fears were gone to

i watched you,
watched you walk away,
watched you leave a room of people no more concerned with the girl crying than the game

i watched you return when you looked strong on the outside agian

but i know you kept crying even after, we just couldn't see it coming from your eyes anymore

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