To the one faking smiles,
I love the curves your lips make, but then when I Iook into your eyes, I read another story, a story that you want to protect from the world. I see, you carry your agony like a shining armor, the energy of yours is simply astonishing.
I read you. I read you when you want to run away from
people and hide yourself inside the four walls of your room and breakdown and cry, but instead, you cringe your hands and sit there smiling yet again. I read you when you hear things that trigger you and hell you know that people around are triggering you intentionally, I see you protecting your crown and I understand the pain it costs you.
You walk around lighting up days of people you cross paths with, you hear stories of everyone's pain and tell them things will fall back in place and that everything will be fine.
But tell me, do you not crave for someone to do the same for you? I haven't seen you complaining once but I know
that it hurts when you've been there for people, keeping your priorities aside and they still walk over you because "hey, she's always happy, she'll be good on her own.
You're strong, I adore the way you carry your pain, but I hope someday you break through the dilemma of hiding your emotions and let your heart scream and cry. I hope someday you find someone who could not only fall in love with the curves your lips make but can read them too, I hope that this day comes soon, when your eyes would smile along with your lips.
Love,
Someone in love with your smile.
