Smudged

Hey beautiful.

I see you.

Eyes puffy and darkened by the moons of mascara smudged across your lids and into the bags beneath from hours of drenching your pillow with your soul's brine and your spirit's screams.

You're beautiful.

I see you.

The creases and spider-cracks of your face made permanent by the plastic smile molded to your features that if ever allowed to shift for an instant will shatter into a thousand knife shards of pain.

You're beautiful.

I see you.

The rod of self-made steel running through the mind into the heart unflinching, unbending, unyielding...unloving...safe. Because bending is breaking and you will not be broken again.

You're beautiful.

I see you.

Because vulnerability is pain and letting them in is feeling and feeling...hurts.

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