A poem for you with no name.

Thin veneers because its all just smoke and mirrors.
That nimble sidestep, avoids true knowing
The fear of someone really seeing
All those sad and lonely little broken pieces
That make up your heart

If you won’t look you cant see
But I see
All those things that you refuse to.
I will catch those lonely pieces
Until my hands are bloody and raw.
Because I see with true knowing
Just how beautiful and precious you truly are.