You don't really,
You just pretend,
Like a very short road with no end,
You rend my heart when you feel this way,
But you dare not change,
No, not today.
You look my way,
I see your face,
But it's still only the one that you put in place.
Not a flashing light,
Not a burning beam,
All I see is that you seem.
Seem to be,
Seem to be free,
But it's all locked up inside of me.
You think you've killed
The other you,
But everytime I look inside I see right through.
Not inside yourself
Like you think you are,
But you're inside me, like an awful scar.
Like a burning ember,
Flame and glory,
That constantly tells me your story.
You wonder why,
This distance you feel,
And why when you hurt I am the one who squeals.
Are you blind?
Are you deaf?
To see me carry your pain?
But I do so with love,
In the hopes that one day,
You'll turn to me and say:
"Thank you"
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