January 30, 2011

standing in the corner watching you smile
and laugh with the ease of a child but somehow
still practiced. oblivious to your pain. my face
in darkness, shadowed from the light by curtains
of cobwebs spun from threads of remorse

your laughter pierces my ears, shrill with
happiness that is rehearsed and unnatural
my eyes burned with your vision, hopelessly
parading your wares. your vulgar attempt for
acceptance in stark contrast to your beauty

desperation in knowing the carnal but not
knowing love. always grasping for what’s
not there, looking down the wrong road,
choosing the wrong door, opening the wrong
book. desperation for not knowing yourself

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