No one Gives a Damn

Dear You (IV)

Come back.
Silence hurts.
I don't know why, but you're
Painful to see.
Pain made me feel alive,
But pain now from you makes me feel otherwise.

I don't ever describe you in detail;
I say no one gives a damn,
But I'm afraid someone does,
And he may reveal the face behind these
cowardly words.
Anonymous, just how I want myself to be,
Just how I need myself to be,
or perhaps I should stop deceiving myself,
just like how we soon love the mirror's reflection of ourselves
and ourselves.
Anonymous, where the face don't exist,
with all space left only for words left meaningless.

Yet this is an exception,
Granted permission by the
background which degrades to be irrelevant,
Strangers with unfamiliar faces unnecessary to bear witness
Or testament.

Your hair is still as messy as ever,
Like the hair I started to live when
The pain started to feel like forever.
You still don't ever wear headphones,
When I do to keep your voice out of my head.
You have even begun wearing the face devoid of emotion,
Like I do.

I don't write about people like Halsey does,
But then again I'm not the same person I once was,
And so aren't you.