i’ve been hiding since you left.
i’m building my walls back up like clockwork.
i hide behind layers of mascara and loads of smoke, food pushed across a plate and smiles that don’t reach.
i pretend not to recognize you when I see you. i know it seems so fucking cold, but there’s a wall between us,
it’s got “PULLED APART” graffitied across.
i love your goddam freckles and moles, but now i look away, trying not to count them all in the back of my head.
not sure what happened to all my defenses, but it felt like time to hide again.