irony.

pooling in my eyes,
expectations of denial weighing down my heart,
reassurances whispered in the moment.

i gave it all away,
i suppose theres nothing left,
but my bare heart.

is there anything i can do?

i see the pain agonizing on your face,

hurt pooling in your eyes,

hurt, distrust, denial, self-worth.

tension clenches at my insides,

longing through my soul.

help, i would offer,

if i but knew how to give it,

imagining transforming your sorrow,

into an obliging smile for a while.