The strange little things you do
After watching close
I noticed I do them too
The weird and impulsive things you say
or the way you grip onto
the hand of those you love
until it hurts
You’re emotional and over-sensitive
I even hurt like you too, but can never tell you
I am incapable
Though my fragility is invisible
My body rough like stucco and solid as cement
You cry and tell me you’ll never let go
Look at me with those brown eyes
that are like mine
inside I crumble
and I say to myself- finally.
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