I try not feel
and I'm convinced that I don't.
But I do when I'm expected to
and I hide when I feel alone.
There's a pain from a blade
that you've carelessly drug through my skin.
A blade that's sharper than a razor
because of a life together that's been.
Once upon a time,
these scars would have healed
and smoothed over in time
as feelings died and congealed.
But they're still here
because memories can't relieve
the way you looked into my eyes
With a trust I still can't believe.
And my hopeless mind can't forget
How it would be nice
if everyday,
I spent every hour loving you
without question
without doubt
without fear of losing you.
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