To Create. To Live

Porcelain

Fragile am I

Yet how strong you make me feel

But a beautifully painted face

Is not enough to heal me

To make me as wonderful as you say I am

A beaded lace dress

Can hardly hide the cracks

That cover the surface of my skin

And dig deep into my heart

I want to be lovely

I thought I could be lovely

But my body is cold

There are cobwebs where my mind once was

My eyes hold no light

No life

A fixed expression of vague disapproval

You made the mistake

Of falling for someone

Who is nothing more than a dead porcelain doll