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Wrote this a bit ago. It was a really dark and hard time. Thankfully, I've found better and more positive things to focus on. And it's worth it (:

I’m the cheap painting used to cover up

The hole in the wall.

The look-a-like child’s toy

To replace the lost original,

So baby girl won’t cry.

A replacement, a cover up.

A placeholder.

Until a better opportunity comes along.

And who ever remembers a rash decision?

Who ever loves a placeholder?

I just go from shoulder to shoulder,

Leaving nothing behind but liquid pain.

Crimson tears now replace cold salty ones.

No one knows to look between the lines 

For the answers.

It’s not always what I say that matters.

It’s what I script; my silent words.

Being held onto by someone

Feels like a cruel dream.

Taunting me, as if saying, 

I’m allowed to be happy.

How many pretty faces have

Been morphed to replace mine in the past?

I’ve been taught just fine.

So much so, I’ve mastered creating my own pain.

Others don’t have to anymore.

Asking so many questions,

But knowing deep within;

I don’t want the answers.

  

Reviews

[Steve L.]

Wow...Very moving piece...we are all disposable, ripe for an upgrade...

[Nicole]

i don't even know what to say.