where do you plan to go
with a heart breaking?
sitting surrounded by social chatter
and you’re the only trying not to cry.

isn’t it interesting, love,
that you can put on the brightest face,
eyes glowing like a soft sunset,
words carved so neatly into conversation?

yet within you are screaming,
breaking apart,
millions of shards
millions of wounds.

How do you do it?
How do you play us?
You plunge deeper,

isolation is a synonym to your name
hands reach to you,
but they don’t reach for you.
They move past you, to someone else.
You were only a second’s thought.

Don’t try to pretend you’re in some movie;
you’re no underdog protagonist, you’re just an extra.
Where there is loneliness, there is hope
that someone is looking at you, noticing you.
But nobody breaks from their bubbles,
to pay even a glance.

Where do you plan to go?

You don’t know.

And so the pain intensifies,
as you produce a harder laugh
to secure your current role.


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