White out
I stand beside him.
He forgets I am there.
I need to be pried from the wreckage of my past.
I scream at him.
He hears nothing.
And I wonder why he won't go.
I fill my void with vessels of the incomplete.
I lay beside him but am all alone,
Competing with whatever is on his mind.
I lay there broken and twisted
Begging him to straighten my path.
I paint myself to camouflage my insecurities
And, subsequently, white myself out.
I linger in shame, aching for an invitation.
I hear the door close behind him.
He never knew I was there.
He forgets I am there.
I need to be pried from the wreckage of my past.
I scream at him.
He hears nothing.
And I wonder why he won't go.
I fill my void with vessels of the incomplete.
I lay beside him but am all alone,
Competing with whatever is on his mind.
I lay there broken and twisted
Begging him to straighten my path.
I paint myself to camouflage my insecurities
And, subsequently, white myself out.
I linger in shame, aching for an invitation.
I hear the door close behind him.
He never knew I was there.
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