A Stranger Who Holds My Hand

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.

izz_midnight

NH

16 years old

Poetry

By izz_midnight

jumpers

It's strewn on the floor
again, because I was too lazy
to throw it in the hamper
and instead it's on the carpet floor.

And it's there next time
I'm crying on the floor;

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Poetry

By izz_midnight

observation iii

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,

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Poetry

By izz_midnight

observation ii

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,

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