Things are not what they seem.
Pretending not to look at you,
while you pretend not to notice.
Pretending not to ache for you,
and you pretend it isn't there.
Pretending not to reach for you,
and you pretend you didn't see.
Pretending not to love you,
while you pretend not to care.
Pretending not to hear you,
and you pretend you didn't reach.
Pretending I don't want you,
when you're just inside my reach,
And you pretend the pain is gone,
and my name you did not speak.
Things are not what they seem,
And it's your name I pretend not to scream.
M. Scott 11/5/10
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