Close your eyes.
an invisible yet potent cauldron
of fleeting thoughts
into dreams you wish you
like a viper
to strike you where it knows you hide
your weakest parts -
your softest shell -
your cracked smile.
See it fall -
like delicate lace,
until all that's left is the feeling of
as it takes from you the peace you fought for,
feared to lose.
The eyes remain
always ready to
catch the moments you slip up,
wanting to see what lies
curious and hungry.
Even the friendliest of touches is
Escape is impossible when surrounded,
tied by responsibilities and flimsy hopes
and clueless hearts who stumble into your life with good intentions
to pave the way to your singular
Try as you might,
your smile is fake,
meant to reassure but always feeling like it
How can you even tell if you have emotions?
If you were truly happy, how would you know?
How would I know?