If Looks Could Deceive
Worlds and Lungs Collapsing
You looked at me
Like it didn’t hurt
Like I wasn’t broken
On the ground
At your feet
…
You looked at me
Like I was whole
Like I was equal
…
You didn’t look at me
Like I was poetry
Or raging oceans
Or the night sky
But that was okay
You just looked at me
Like I was enough
And it was the way
I needed to be looked at
…
The world has collapsed
And your lungs along with it
…
I look at you like
You are broken on
The ground at my feet
…
And you look at me
Like it hurts
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