Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Day 78: wedding

She stares hard
i think shes trying to see the self she wishes she was in me
but i am not a treasure chest
just glass
why is she not smiling
he virgin white lace lay low on her brow
why does she not smile?
did she know this would not be love?

the air is cold
condensates on my face
i leave only regret and metallic puddles behind
im trying to cry to reassure her
but i have no ducts for tears
i can only cry if she is brave enough to first
why does she not smile
im tired of holding this expressing
i cannot hear them ring
but wedding bells shake behind her
inside me

today was supposed to be happy
why is she not smiling.

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