Faces

You turn away your

Faces.

Because you can’t see

(Past your eyelashes)

What I’ve become.

 

Angry brushstrokes

On a battered canvas.

(Is not a metaphor)

 

But attribute what you will

To my bullshit.

I’ve yet to decide

Whether to be a purist

Or rich.

(you never get both)

But I’m happy to negotiate.

 

 

You look at her

Faces.

They’re disturbing

Because you can’t see

Past your eyelashes.

 

Try to understand

Why I’m struggling.

Reviews

[Beatrice Mars]

Why(how) are you so good?

..I was about to start analysing this, which I don't really want to do.

I love how you seem (to me) to be talking to one person, but you say 'your faces' as though the person is two faced, seeing what they want to see etc. Also I love how when you read it through a few times it starts to have different meanings, the focus switches between the persona of the writer and the person you're talking about, but it's all (again, this is just me, you were probably thinking something completely different..) about how people percieve things and expect things of other people and themselves.

Also, I love the lines 'Because you can't see/Past your eyelashes.' It creates such a strange image.


Umm yeah. Much love.