You put on your glassy mask
So I'll only see
The version of yourself
You contrived for me.
You slip on your suffocating shoes
So you can walk on
Like you're not gasping for air,
And nothing is wrong.
You tie up your hair tightly
So you can pretend
You're that pretty little girl again
With those once loyal friends.
You slide up your dejected glasses
So I can't see your bleeding scars
Hiding behind the facade—
I don't know who you really are.
We run back to your house,
The lights are still on,
And they cover your freckled face,
Like it's the sun.
The grass brushes our feet,
And the wind catches in your hair,
We sit out on the sand,
The fog covers the sky,
And blankets the world,
Like a shield.
The waves nip at our feet,
The water's cold
But I'm warm because you hold my hand,
We stand on the dock,
The sun has set,
But I can see your happiness
Even in the dead of night.
The streetlight's on,
The metal is all rusted
And covered in salt,
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