Can you see the reservation in my eyes,
The icy bite at the end of each word,
The heartache in each breath
Or the gaping wound you left in my chest?
The walls are up, their steel reinforcements whining
Under heavy despair hidden by a nonchalant shrug;
A heart shattering into pieces as soon as the door clicks shut.
Do you hear the tumblers setting into place
As I turn my cheek away,
Cloaking the tears in a smile and soft laugh,
Leaving my heart and trust to be decoded.
