When you smile at me, hold my hand
Smiling back is ingrained and automatic
When you kiss me, I respond
While trying hard not to cry
When you bruise me, blame me
I am silent
But it's okay. You can have me, all of me.
At this point, I am merely mechanical.
Ouch, this is a deeply injured soul in this one. I get the chills from the "But it's okay..." line. It is so hopeless, the feeling of futility is overwhelming. Great piece.
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