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Lies

I blur my eyes

And the face in the mirror

Is stripped of its lies.

.

The seven coats of paint on the wall

Peel back to display the stone

Just like my skin around my nails

Which are bitten short and remain a dull tone.

.

My hair, beaten and burned till it behaves

Struggles to lift itself into sweeping waves

Tattered by wind on the stormiest days.

It holds secrets I’ll take to the grave.

.

My lips are torn and cracked

From November to March

When the cold is most harsh

And my teeth on my skin

Can never relax.

.

And the people surrounding me

Wonder what story lies behind

The tears running in obedient lines

Down my cheeks;

They wonder what’s bounding me.

.

And until I can learn to blur my eyes

My face will only be made up of lies.

@1 year ago with 8 notes
#depressing #spilled ink #lies #poetry #mybestshit 
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