she said
my eyes were sad
peaking over the mask
like two whirlpools
that pulled at her heartstrings
she asked
if i needed a hug
i did
but my aversion
to people
to the world
to everything
feeling like saltwater
poured on my naked frame
covered
by a thousand papercuts
of dismissed need
i am aware
my eyes look sad
because
i am sad
but knowing the world
can see it as well
leaves me feeling
too bared
to the elements