i am selfish i am wrong i am right i swear i'm right

if i shut my eyes tight enough,
your face will fade away,
replaced with another,
one more pleasing to me.

if i close my heart away from you,
its possible to pretend that
this isn't reality,
just a passing dream.

if i slip between your fingertips,
perhaps i can salvage
what isn't too damaged to mend.


souls dipped in saccharine lies
will emerge dripping with falsity,
just like those with freshly painted
truths on their lips will
break the surface clean of sin.

a cut barely deep enough to break skin,
will not bleed enough to stain,
but when the skies open up to darkness,
the stinging cold of rain
will slice through all pretenses.

washing away facades and made up faces,
the truth will fall through
like a loosely secured floorboard,
careful where you step
you might lose your balance.


Blah, I've been having such writer's block,
but I have all these beginnings and scraps and pieces brewing in my mind.
but none of it is coherent, and it's mostly just puzzled together into nonsense.

anyway,
I spent an hour and a half doing my nails, and waiting for them to dry.