Fake Face

May 11, 2010
Flipping through all our old stuff in this box,
I came across a picture of us.
Us outside in front of the moon smiling,
hugging and laughing.
My face filled with happiness.
Your face filled with stone cold fakeness.

I remember the day this picture was taken.
I remember the sweet words you said to make me feel appreciated.
Sadly, I had no idea they came with your fake package,
and that those words meant nothing after our day was finished.
I rest the picture on the side of the bed,
and try to picture what I should’ve seen that night when I looked through the lens.

Pull back the film of this raggedy old pic,
and I’ll find your real face: blank and loveless.
Your face bleeds the truth all over me.
It screams of guilt and tears of agony.
My face screams a laugh with a glow in my eyes,
because I’m finally free from all your lies.

I look at this picture and see how much I hate it,
because it reminds me of you and all your fakeness.
It reminds me of all the stupid memories,
and all the times I fell for your stupid antics.
I suddenly pick up the picture and with one last look,
I laugh as I think of what I’m about to do.

I wrap my hands around it tightly,
and rip myself away from you fully.
I smile at myself as I realize I’m finally away from you,
and I’m free from all the stress and everything bad you do.
As I pick up your half and turn to throw it away,
I swear I saw your fake face frown and change.





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