he knows
and you're not sure
if it makes you feel
comforted
or pathetic
the way you looked away
mumbled out
half-assed answers
and vague assumptions
they both knew
you think
sit back and breathe in
hold your head in such
small hands
it's the fact
that you didn't even have to tell him
he didn't read veiled words
just by your composure
he figured you out.
it keeps replaying in your head
that one word that wont stop
that replays like your life
it's the fear of being figured out
maybe
or the fear
of being known so well
and what the knowledge will bring
you both.
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