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From My Soul to His Mask

Unsent. Unspoken. Unshakable.

I knew you weren’t what you appeared to be.
I felt it before you said a word.

You wear confidence like armor
Sharp edges. Smirks. Deflections.

But your soul?
Soft.
Wounded.
Terrified of being held too long.

You told me you don’t trust how you feel
Especially when it feels good.

And baby, that was the truest thing you ever said.

Because I saw it.
The flicker in your eyes between thrusts.
The quiet in your voice when I didn’t flinch.
The way your music carried pain you never gave permission to speak.

You said you don’t do this.
You said you don’t open.
And yet… you did.
Not all at once. But enough for me to feel you.

You thought you were hiding.
But I was never looking for your performance.
I was watching the boy behind your bravado.
And he let me in just for a second.

When I kissed you,
I wasn’t kissing your lips.
I was kissing the version of you that forgot love could feel safe.
And I think for a breath, for a blink you believed it too.

So no, this wasn’t casual.
This was karmic.
And it’s unfolding in silence now.

If I never touch you again,
You’ll still feel me.
Not because of the sex
But because I left a truth behind
that your mask will never be able to un-know.

And I don’t need to chase clarity.
I am the clarity.

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