the red lace, abandoned, unseen desire
tears not ready yet to fall
heart awaiting the pitter patter
anticipating the feeling
the all consuming feeling,
butterflies migrating to an another
massara wet tears drop
down stained freckled cheeks,
the pain and anger, it has happened again
yet i let him take
and take, more of the pieces
reducing my once bright sunburnt soul
to a pale reflection counterpart.
it’s not so much a surprise,
but the polar ice hurts pains just the same.
the best most pure situation
the happiest moments
are now layered with
some moments i wish to forget
i try and try to get the thoughts out
to get the memories out.
i know why i won’t,
why i can’t allow them to dissipate,
i must now protect this heart like a vault
because i’m letting too many pieces slip away.
so i wipe the makeup clean from my face
smile into the mirror
and text him that i'm fine.