All that Remains

Of Towns and Fakes

I am a map, so says my paper skin

A world of my own marked by those that were around

Who polluted me, gave me their trash

Left cleaner than when they came

Little did I know that it was I

Who was dirtied when they were carved out of me

And they wrote their names over my stories

The ink bled, I could no longer see original work

So I had to write my own destinations

Pick up a pen and write declarations upon myself

Names of paper towns

That never existed, and never will

You see, a paper town

Is not a real place

It is a fake; a place that was planned and cancelled

Or a straight up lie all along

So this is what I became

'Love'

I wrote, scrawled across my skin

Something I was incapable of giving any longer

And even worse so at receiving

'Brilliance'

The young child that lingers in my heart

Once shown bright, and is afraid to anymore

Because her light was encompassed by darkness

'Extraordinary'

Because somehow, when seperate

These two words mean the complete opposite

Then when put together

And this is what I am.

A fake.

A lie.

Plans for greatness that shall never pass.

Rise to die in my eye of beauty

I can no longer see

A vision so faded almost black by now

But hey, black is the most pure of colors

With fire embers burning out, too late, the time has passed

A flame, unable to be reignited resides within me

Trapped, as is my passion

My wings to afraid to spread and take to the sky

My smile only fragments from that shattered glass that lay on the floor

I can't do this anymore