more or less

Dreams like the web of a wing
So delicate
Like polyester cheeks
And lace edges

Always waiting for something to start
Time doesn’t move in straight lines
Heavy handed and thoughtless

Cocooned and uncomfortable
Glitter and glue can’t pretty me up
The dank dusty rot is still thriving

Believing that forgetting to remember
Is the same as acceptance
Is the same as seeing a face in the mirror
And being ok that it is me

I’m not helping my situation
Given up on trying to be good
And the reflection is falling apart
I can’t handle the heat, I can’t stand the cold

I’m not a little girl in dress up
A doll in a pram and red high heels
Fairy bread and tomato sauce smeared upon
Ruby lips with a cheeky grin

The greens are more varied and the blues
Still take my breath away
But I am walking without feeling
So sad, but can’t remember why

Nothing is distracting
Spinning really fast just makes me feel sick
I’m more broken then repaired

Yet I don’t know why.