i always pretend i don't see the tears welling in your sad eyes
when we have painful discussions
about the people we love most and how they hate themselves and the world around them

but i do.

some nights, you are the
only thing that gets me through
to the next morning.

do you feel it?
what i felt,
how i still feel?

no matter what you say about the rain,
i can tell you've been crying.

if i close my eyes long enough
they start to water
but when the tears clear
so does my mind
and i can see, as clearly as the bright may sunshine,


nothing.