Mask Wearers

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Your laugh was so contagious, it sucked me in giving me tunnel vision

Your eyes would shine so bright, crinkles would form around your tired edges

There was a short high pitch bark from the belly, sincerity seeming to seep through

You wore this one the most- my favorite

The laughing mask

The way you held me in bed, managing to pull at every heart string I had, opening it piece by piece

A small, quiet chuckle is what I'd hear and a squeeze I'd feel- the brisk, subtle smell of my hair

These moments in time were fleeting, the feeling that was left was not

You wore this one the easiest

The loving mask

You drenched my body in warm water as I shivered with pain, guilt, and fear

Telling me how you couldn't lose me, you just got me

Telling me that I was strong, smart, and different

You wore this one well

The reassuring mask 

You encouraged me to go against my fears, "you won't know until you try"

Assuring me that he would love me- and he did

"Can I help you make pancakes?" He'd ask. Of course.

You looked proud wearing this one

The family mask

You told me that you were just riding around uptown, as I waited

Then you needed space, and soon I needed to find myself, "I still love you a lot, you know" is what you said

The last thing you said, silence must have been your choice- 

As was revisiting your past- How was the movie? Are the boys doing good?

You wore this one the best- in the end

The lying mask

So many different masks for just one single body

Mask wearers, soul shatterers

The ones who drip pretty words from their lips, sugary and sweet

The ones who receive you whole, and somehow manage to leave you with holes

The ones who take your time, using it to their advantage until the clock runs out

The ones who make you believe you know who they really are

When really

They're simply nothing more than

Mask wearers  

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