Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Not my kind of pretty

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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