Sores
When I hurt its visible
not like blood leaking from my body
But my eyes lack their luster, they lack their vibrancy
When people see me
they're no longer smiling because they see
These sores that burn
I had a friend tell me once she could see the difference
She said the smile she saw freshman year went missing
A time I didn't need a single person to make me happy
That was me
I valued myself strongly
there was no we
there was no us
she or he
but me
I look at myself differently now
Three years have passed and I've lost some of my resilience
my ability to resist what I know is wrong for temporary feelings
yes it was good while it lasted
But my hearts still shattered
to its core
From the fakeness
from the stress you created
how do you feel to know
you gave me these sores
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