I detach your smile from myself.
The sunlight of yesterday is falling out
Of the eyes wet from tears.
Swinging left and right, back and forth…
It’s making me light-headed.
Drums in the head are beating the rhythm of your steps
As you come closer;
I’m convulsively searching for the words to say,
But the play room of my brain is in too big of a mess
To find the right mask.
I get lost.
So insecure.
Nothing to hide behind.
You see me as I am,
Silently staring at you in confusion.
I lost. The layer is down.
Too. Much. Of. Me.
