What You Don't See

Milky actually inspired this. He wrote a poem that made me start brainstorming. His stretched into a story. Mine stayed in this...mildly redundant but still to the point kinda thing. Proof that I hate writer's block. Bad/good things kinda fall in sync with Milky and me. I don't know why. Our highs and lows hit sorta...simultaneously. Like, we have the same deep, deep emotions at the same time. We're emotionally synchronized.

It's still about Nick though. To an extent. Y'all can tell when it is and when it's not. See, he can see through everything when no one else can. He knows me in ways that no one else does or ever could. So in the beginning, when it talks about the people that can't see past my front, it's generalized. When it says why I had the front, and it gets deeper, it's Nick.

And for those who wanna check out Milky's poems and stuff of the sort, here's his blog URL:
     http://www.remindmehowtolive.tumblr.com/
He just got it, so there's nothing on it yet, but he'll put some stuff up later. All of his are the kinda things I could never think to say...he's an amazingly talented writer and poet. Tell him I sent ya ;)





You see me smile
When I'm falling apart.
You see me laugh
When my heart is shattered.
You see me happy
When I wanna cry.
You see me dance
When I wanna die.
You see me sing
When I wanna scream.
You see my front;
I replay everything.
You see me here
When I wanna be there.
You feel me here
When I'm everywhere.
But what you don't see
Is the pain that lies
Inside the tears of the troubled eyes
As I wonder how I bought all your lies.
What you don't see is the hurt.
People can say whatever they like
But I'm always yours and you used to be mine.
You'll never think to look inside
Where all you would see is the hurt.
With violent shakes
Your face awakens
Me from the darkest dream
I just wanna hold you close
And never let you go
And recreate a new dream.
One where things are as they should be.
How can you not see?