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What do I see, when you look at me?

I see how little there is left of your love

The wishes you casted far and above

The guilt surrounding your very touch,

How you believe you’re not worth much.

I see the faint echoes of those who were there,

The ones you left once you found your heart in a tear,

Your fear of never being heard,

Yet keeping your mind and words blurred.

I see the “what if’s” of if you were gone,

Your tears forcing a way to keep you until dawn,

I see how far and long you’ve stepped,

All the lingering thoughts that crept.

I see the screen you wished messages displayed,

The times you’ve needed a band aid,

The memories you call “simple times,”

Even your own mistakes you’ve referred to as “crimes,”

But all this time, all I’ve viewed,

Is the real person that you’ve been,

You’re the me that I didn’t want to be seen.