If I cry will you notice?
Or will you be to focused
on all the bullshit
around us?

Hidden from view,
words I can't say
because they might be true;
and I can't lose you.

Will this push you over?
The edge has always been
in my mind,
but just recently shown
in yours.

Scars left unspoken,
Memories flit to the ground.
Will I ever remember
how it felt in your arms?

If I cry will you notice?
Or will you be to focused?