Infiltration, oh no!!

I sometimes cry for you.
but I doubt you notice
because the tears rolling down my cheek--
they are impossible to hear.

I sometimes smile for you.
but I doubt you notice
because my eyes are the exact same
whether I'm smiling or frowning.

I sometimes hurt myself for you.
but I know you don't notice,
because my normal skin and my cuts
feel the same to the touch.

I sometimes dance for you.
but I know you don't notice
because nobody can ever smell
a dance called "a dance for you."

And sometimes I sigh for you.

And sometimes I pray for you.

And sometimes I dream of you.

but I know you never notice
because just like how the grass grows...
I'm just there,
and that's all.