The closer I got to you the more alone I felt.
The higher you built me up, the stronger I fell.
Excuses don't make good apologies,
Insecurities don't help with forgiveness.
Maybe tonight I can be your trophy wife to the party.
Maybe this gala required me to be all glossy,
Untouched by tears on a touched up face.
Unpolished diamonds clinking over polished silverware.
So you pulled me out of the closet,
Wound my key, stuffed some love into my mind and closed it.
I forced laughs to mirror their plastic smiles,
Thinking I could make a way back into your life.
Till my gears broke down again last night,
Till you showered me with fleeting hearts, red and bright.
That soon lost their luster.
And now I'm back in my closet, till the day you muster,
All eagerness to pull me out and show off a pretty caricature.
YOU ARE READING
Unfinished Paintings
شِعرA collection of my prose, poetry and epiphanies over the past couple of years. I've always loved writing and composing, but I'd never assumed anything I wrote was worth being read by anyone but myself. Writing has always been a way for my mind to co...
