Fingers over lips
From the corner of an eye
It slips between the cracks,
—unnoticed
Again, she’ll let it slide
When it’s friend not foe
She can't help but wonder why
Something playful,
—insignificant
makes her want to cry
Was it him?
Or was it her?
His lies are his disguise
Her guts are knots and tangles
she can’t help but shrink in size,
One tear, two tears
His words are her demise
They sweep her off her feet
declaring,
‘You can’t be soft inside.’