who knew such a pretty face
could write poetry?
she will build you up
just to watch herself fall
the words on the page
will tell you more
than she’d like to admit.
it terrifies her,
how the facade she’s created
is considered her finest work of art.
it’s a permanently plastered smile;
you may find that it is broken
if you look at her for too long.
tears shouldn't unfold stories.
the menacing secrets and neglected promises
you never dared to share.
you’re making pain look awfully pretty,
please do not destroy everything.
impending weightless doom