I wear my grin like porcelain—
polished, perfect,
cracked beneath.

They see the shine,
not the spiderwebs
that threaten to split me clean.

I laugh on cue,
walk the line,
but every step feels like a dare—
will I break,
or bend again?

No one notices the hairline fault.
They only see
a masterpiece
that never asked
to be displayed.

But here’s the twist
they’ll never know:
I dropped the real me
years ago.

I kept telling myself everything is fine,
All I need to do is walk the line.
Keep my head up — for the past,
I need to let go, for once, at last.

Letting go is hard.
I have to keep myself on guard.
Between us, I don’t want to build a wall,
I’m just petrified for us to fall.

I'll keep drying my tears — but don’t fret,
It’s only because I wasn’t ready yet.
I'll miss the thought of you, it’s true,
But I could never forget my sweet baby boy blue.

I'll be here waiting with open arms and heart.
I could — and would — never pull us apart.
Stay strong, keep your life steady,
And just know... I wasn’t ready.