Beneath your smile I see an SOS.
There’s something sad in you that speaks to me
Under your laughter, which is like a dress
That sleeks over your bare melancholy:
The loneliness no love can ever ease;
The skin you don’t even let lovers touch,
That always bruises in the slightest breeze—
That you protect because it hurts so much.
Each time you smile, I see the hidden wince
Against the pain you know that you will feel.
Angel or devil, commoner or prince:
None of them get to touch what you conceal.
But if you let me, I will—tenderly,
Because whatever wounds you bleeds in me.
Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells