You're amazing.
You're beautiful.
They say it over and over.
A sincerity she wants to believe exists
But then they leave, just turn around and leave,
Leaving her hating her face.
She watches her castles in the air
Tumble. Vanishing into thin air.
The air out of which they were conjured.
She rips the loathed words apart
Wishing she could do the same to her face.
Her patchwork heart
With haphazard stitches
Has another tear in it.
Christina De Silva
15 June 2009
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