Most of this, is real -
these eyes;
these lips;
this faded idealism
of a girl on the
verge of becoming
Herself.

But I wonder if you
doubt this truth, because
I doubt your smile.
I doubt your words.
I doubt these days
filled with powder blue skies
and cliche ridden sunlight.

I've seen tomorrow
and I've been floored by
the ugliness beneath your
perfectly proportioned veneer.

I've choked on my awe
as my heart dropped
to my ankles and
my feet trampled yet
another dream.

I stared right into the
core of disappointment
once, & traced its engorged
figure in your eyes.

I've memorised its form
so well, I could cut it
into my stomach -
a rotation and inversion
of all my painful yesterdays
(and the future under
your acidic eyelids).

So I learnt to
hide from you in
these shadows, beautiful
in their own way...

And I'm hiding still,
but only because
I would rather burn
and fade slowly than
implode into a distorted
reanimation of you.

10/10/2003

Posted on 10/10/2003
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