untitled *a poem* +

Do you see it when you look at me?
It’s the beautiful tragedy of a mystery.
soft and harsh, cool and flamed,
what you’d give to know the name...
what you’d sell to see my soul
what you’d kill to have me whole...

do you see it when you look at me?
its my lonely life of misery...
alone and lost, delicate and frail,
what I’d give to be like her
what I’d sell to be obscured
what I’d kill to know I was known..

No one...
no one but you see me...
to all others I’m a mystery...
something soft yet loud
something lost yet found
something almost unreal..
To you I am just... me.