It would be nice if you asked me what song was etched in my head
Instead you ask me for my name and age.
It would be nice if you didn’t treat me like another fish in the sea
But then again, we’re all prey.
All I ask is
Look deeper.
Deeper than what your hazel eyes show you
Look past my starry face, and speculate the scars.
Be cautious
Of the mending roots in my heart
They grow even in the darkest of the moonlight
But you would never know.
You ask about my day
But
If you can’t see me every time you hear Perfect
Then do you really know me?
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