Subtleties Poem by Aria Ellen

A studious glance, parting my lips
Just slightly so hot breath can be expelled
In a soft sigh you don't notice.
Too subtle, subtle.
My hands touch my hair, curling it,
Entwining my white fingers carefully -
But you have already looked away.
Bored by my pink blushes and shy smiles,
Wishing I would just act like the others
And slide my hand onto your leg.
I gaze into the mirror and self hate
Blocks my air, and the scars shine on my hip.
Too subtle, subtle.
Cry in class, shiver with an invisible cold
Trying to stich myself together while
You rip me apart and assure me
That I am very much alone.
Couldn't you tell me I'm not real to you?
Too subtle, subtle.