baby blue eyes hidden in a ring of red,
salty tracks running down pale cheeks
covered in coarse two day old stubble,
a blistered and rosy nose, showing signs
of being blown too much and a set of chapped
bleeding lips turned down in a perpetual frown
ever since the tears stopped and I found that
I could cry no more, not because I was no
longer upset or sad, but because I was tired
and worn out, I was done giving you the
satisfaction of knowing just how bad you hurt me;
so now I wash my face and wipe away the traces
of your vacancy and plaster a smile that never
really reaches my eyes; fooling only myself
and, for now, thats all that matters















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