Contemplation

See Through

I can't stop myself.

I try to hide when I feel something, the tears and the pain from you.

I only want you to see the good, not the bad.

I'm here for you and you shouldn't have to deal with my problems.

But when you ask me in that soothing voice and place your hands over mine and caress my fingers and ask me if I'm okay and tell me that you know I'm not okay when I laugh and shake my head.

You notice my nervous habits, how I play with my hands obsessively when I am upset or anxious.

You can calm the storm boiling inside me and I'm so beyond grateful for you.

I know I tell you but I can never express to you how much you mean because there just aren't words.