You were gold-plated
Right into my mind, you tore
And like a fish I was baited
With the mask you so proudly wore
You gave me so much, yet so little
All I wanted was more
But I couldn’t solve any of your riddles
So I waited outside of your doors
You were gold-plated
So rich, yet so poor.
A new person you created
Just to pick her apart at her core
You seemed to be so kind
Something I never saw before
But then you left me blind
With no eyes, while you had four
You were gold-plated
That you wouldn’t hurt me, you swore
The life you lived was outdated
I couldn't win your war
Your hearts, you were counting,
While I was collapsed on the floor.
Everyday I continued drowning
While you relaxed by the shore
You were gold-plated
Like a gun at a candy store.
The way you looked at me, I hated
What’s mine, isn’t always yours.
And now, in a crowded room,
I don’t look for you anymore.
Because a flower can’t bloom,
If you lock it up in your drawer.
About the Creator
Grace Martin-Chang
Grace Martin-Chang is a Malaysian/Canadian author. Her work will be featured in "Inkslide", a poetry book for Canadian authors, coming out soon.
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