Artificial Traits of a Cosmetic Girl
You think you know who
I am, familiar
with all of my
flaws and
quirks that reside in
my exterior.
You think you can
read me so well,
that if my soul
were your bestselling
paperback novel,
then the pages
would be heavily
dogeared at the
corners and wearing
out with use.
However, in reality,
I am that paperback book, without the
dog-eared pages,an overlooked
but barely intact novel
on the outside, containing worn
and yellow pages that are
threatening to
let go from
the spine of
the book.
But, you continue to
be so oblivious.
Your mind continues to swirl
with a poisonous
fallacy that my beauty
in your eyes is real,
without the artificial traits.
Well the girl, the face
you are so familiar with
swirls down the drain
each night,
revealing all of my
grosteque flaws
behind your
unspuspecting
back.
I don't want to hide
the exterior of who I am,
but I have no other choice.
So, I will never be
able to lay my head
on your warm chest
and memorize
the slow, but
steady rhytmn of your
heartbeat,
beacuse I cannot bear
to see the flame
your eyes die
to a
dim spark,
when the beautiful girl
you know rubs off
and sink
into the softness of your
white tee.
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