Not.

Collect my tears,
catch them in your hands,
feel them seep through your fingers-
don't
stop them falling.

Watch my eyes,
envelope them with your own,
swallow my sorrow
and forget

Laugh at me,
laughing at you-
to mask my need;
to protect my heart;
to ignore your unreciprocation.

Follow my toes,
crinkle your nose,
curl your fingers like a rose
thorn weaving through mine.
our eyes can close.

You are perfectly able,
to ignore what isn't there,
as i am,
to ignore what is.

So, what,
what is it?
something i can see
now
but i pretend to not.