ink bleeds deeper

when pressed hard,

soaks through paper and

leaves stains on the table.

you don't look how i pictured.

you don't look quite

how i remember.

i'll tell myself

"i cannot surround me."

but some smiles both ressurect,

and drain the life from me.

i don't tell you everything.

it's heartless,

the pictures remind me

i'm calloused to smiles.