Makeup and Melancholy: A Collection of Poems

Lead Weight

When two sections of Earth collide,

They split, and a fault forms between them.

The delicate surface destroyed

By the ferocious tension underneath.

Eroding and disintegrating,

The discord knows no bounds.

When I think of us,

I imagine what we could have created.

A magnificent mountain,

Composed of fragments from you and I.

But you took a divergent path,

And thought of me as beneath you.

Casting me away, into darkness,

Isolated, forced to hide the misery.

You left me anxious, craving your love,

Believing that you were the key to my happiness.

Keeping me down, you are the lead weight,

And I am the balloon, striving to be free.

Tricking me, leading me to conclude you're my lifeline.

Taunting me, insulting me, daring me to fly.

You told me that you loved me, protected me,

Because, according to you, if I went too high, I would pop.

You lied! I'm free now, and soaring! I'm flying so free!

And your eyes show your confidence, you think I'll come back.

But you tell me, if you can, you loathsome liar,

The last time you saw the balloon float back to the weight.