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I'm the guy, passing you by, walking through GFS or downtown.
A smile tugs my lips, as our eyes meet and my gaze turns downward.
We pass, and you think nothing more of it, never knowing, all that,
my smile was showing. All my eyes were knowing.

You wouldn't believe it if I told you, never think it possible, failed lines,
simply a waste of your time, a gaming scheme, all that's on my mind,
just another idiot, spinning you a tale.

Just a waste of time.

You'd never believe, just how easy it is to perceive,
the pain that haunts your eyes, how your smile, so brittle,
verges on shattering, ready to cut you all over, again.
As you are nearing, the ever-cycling, downward spiral.
Heads held high, strut proud. Forced. Unspoken challenge,
a warning older than words.

The simple gesture of a caring touch, brings you to your knees,
your greatest fear, the loss of that isolation, insulation from the pain.
A simple touch. A word sincere, genuine of love, appreciation.

Would shatter you. Isolation, a cave-in.
Insulation, a hell. Of personal deviation.

So why am I smiling, as I bare witness, to the parts of you that are dying,
little lost girls, crying. How am I smiling, as your hearts and eyes are lying.

My gaze turns down, it hurts too much to see. All that you are.
Everything you won't be. Because when you see yourself, you can't ever believe,
that your eyes ever perceive, something other than a silly little fantasy.

I smile because I see, what could be, I know you, in a painful moment of clarity,
in ways most never will. And it kills me. So much locked away, kept under the lock
and key, of someone else's devising. Lies you've been told your entire life, ingrained so deep,
you almost never wonder, if they need revising.

I want to hold your face in my hands, meet your eyes from inches away. "I know you", I'd whisper.

"I see you".

"You're so very beautiful, it makes my heart hurt".

"Love yourself more, so much more. I don't even know you, and I already do".

"Your flame is flickering. Dwindling. On the verge of fading. Why are you so afraid to shine?"

"You're scared and alone, confused. You're in so much pain, I can hear you crying. Into your pillow, so no one hears.
You matter. You matter so much. I know it hurts. It's tearing you up inside. This does pass. God it's hard. But it will.
Life can be so very beautiful. It's so much more, because of you. Fight. Fight to shine once more . . ."

I'd touch my forehead to yours. Kiss your forehead and both of your eyelids. Then I'd hug you. As long as you needed.
We'd walk away, the awkwardness would settle in you, and you'd go the rest of your day thinking it was some sort of hallucination.

I see so many of you. It breaks my heart. I want to fix each and every one.

To remind you of beauty and humanity. Of purity. Of giving without the demand for pro-rated reciprocation.
Of love. Without conditions. Without hooks. Something from, your childhood story book.
Excepting, this prince has eyes that have seen too much.

In my mind of minds, hours innumerous I've spent, devising,
ways to breach this chasm, of our self inflicted, isolation.
Mind brimming frustration, at this inability, to produce,
the fruits of our peace, love and understanding.

This overwhelming need, oft demanding, results I cannot fathom,
any way to produce.

Even as you're reading, having come so far, you're still trying to scope,
just what angle you think I'm playing, with these beautiful words,
spun from heart and love, simply another lie, an attempt to feed you,
words that threaten to breach those walls,
you've towered to the sky.

Walls built lie by lie.
Every time someone shouted hurtful things at you.
Every violation of mind.

Of body.

Every single time, you took the hurt, and stacked it atop,
shoulders already bowed.
Shaking.

A simple touch, a caring word, a hand held forth in peace, love and understanding,
would break you. Held high atop our fragile pyramid of frozen hope and shattered dreams,
we reign supreme, above the pain, that crests, like an ocean wave.

A simple kindness could undo it all, and down we fall.
Because we fear to feel the breaking, so we delay.
As day by day, shaking turns to quaking.

Day by day, sanity is taken.

When what is required, viewed distantly, on the horizon,
accepting that pain, being cleansed - the breakdown.
Absolution.

The words of truth, these words of mine that shine brightly, a truth you feel inside.
A light that's hard to look at, shining into those darkest of recesses,
in which we hide, all those hurts and tribulations,
and all the tears gone uncried.

A hope all the more painful, because in hoping, we are most vulnerable,
opened to betrayal.
Hopelessness hurts so much less, than trust betrayed.

A light that offers up the option, of a life lived without the malaise,
sorrow darkened horizons on every front.
A life without pain, in every breath you breathe.

To accept this hope for what it is, you'd have to believe every lie, for a lie,
and take in all that pain as it came crashing down,
Rushing in.

Alteration of our very reality and every truth we've come to believe.
Carved into bone at the tip of a knife.

Carved into our souls, lie by lie.

Lie by lie.

I know you.

I see you.

And you are loved.