6 / 30 : honesty box.

it's sunday. sundays are chill at my house.

the days have been so pretty. it doesn't feel like july.

i'm sure nashville has something in store for me.

i've been enjoying way too much pleasant weather. 

anyway---

honesty box

no idea why, but my honesty box

must have a digital, neon

"please talk shit here" sign 

because i have been getting

worked over

all summer long.

which sucks.

but today, i opened my box up

with the usual dread

brows knotted, eyes squinted,

my standard brace-for-impact face

to find a lone message 

blue background

from a boy

saying:

you are so sweet.

why do you pretend

to be so tough?

i just sort of sat there

sight blurred and unfocused

as fat tears hit my keyboard

how did someone so 

assumingly anonymous 

see what's behind the mask

i really didn't have any 

elaborate explanation as to why

i don the crown of an ice queen

when i'm feeling vulnerable

there was nothing poetic to 

say so

i typed back a most deliberate

response:

i don't know.

he still hasn't responded,

hours later.

i guess my answer 

sufficed