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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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