January 9, 2009
Neon blue sneakers
Light wash jeans
Electric blue sweatshirt
Thin fingers
Smooth skin
Full lips
Long nose
Empty blue eyes
Tousled hair
A beautiful shell
Of a person who never really existed
A personality gone awry
A fake human being
Who stole my heart and then gave it back
Who never was my dream come true
A delicate mask
Hiding nothing
No heart, no mind, no soul
Just nothing
A blank smile, a hollow laugh
An automaton
I thought you were perfect, but I was wrong
You played my heart like the strings of your guitar
Only to leave it empty
Devoid of all emotion
The pretty shell of nothingness

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