Gave him a piece of me
And he laughed in my face
Claiming he's free
In ice, I lost my pace
With a chin held high
Shadows hidden behind the curtain
Wouldn't dare to die
Wouldn't dare to let the dirt in
Waving the dark into my being
So empty, so blindly, in a loss
With cowardly devotion, never seeing
The foolishness of his mistaken cross
Unwrenched sadness
Transmuting into red blaring sirens
Welcome to madness
Hanging up on the tyrants
I believed it.
Lacking color
Missing patterns
Absent of vibrancy
I am not enough.
I believed it.
Failing to see the blank stare in his eyes.
As he made mad dashes, detached.
In his body, a master of disguise
All illusion, everything mismatched.
Far from love. I am certain.
My heart peeled open to see.
It was never me.
I was only another curtain.
—Monica MG
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