you think me beautiful
you think me perfect
you see through the many masks
i wear
you see through every regret

you see through us
you see through the lies
you hear the words I dare
not say
you hear my cries

you feel my pain
you feel my desire
you know exactly how to make
things right
you know how to play with fire

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*This is for National Poetry Month, where I’m writing on a theme. Inspired by Álvaro de la Herrán‘s video for GQ Spain called Mine