Just a Face

My makeshift family, silhouettes in my peripheral,

misrepresentations of acceptance, superficial and ephemeral...

Blood was thicker than water, yet sand filled this place,

and when we flip through the photo album, I'm just another face.

 

 

Blood and broken bones remain, scars that keep the story alive,

Defining the image of those who would never breathe again.

A vivid verse rehearsed before you that was never derived,

even blood bonds aren't enough to steady the hearts of men.

 

 

I am just a face in a digital pixilated photograph,

faded and obscured in a chronological aftermath.

You will forget me, and all that I may have been,

just a name that slipped your mind around the bend.

 

 

And I will watch from the shadows, just like before,

as you reminisce memories I've grown to adamantly abhor.

I'm just another f*****g face, an ant among the insects,

exact reproductions to your nonchalant eyes, even race or sex.

 

Every once in a while you might see me from the corner of your eye,

and beneath my ethereal presence, part your lips enough to say goodbye.

I'm not stupid enough to give you the time of day,

because I know you wouldn't see me anyway.

At one point we may have even loved each other, but who gives a s**t?

I'll only see so much of your heart as you decide is securely fit.

And you people were once the bane of my existence,

when you were defenseless, I risked being your defenses.

I rushed into your fascades because they seemed so inviting,

and I made it just in time to see the gasoline igniting...

The smoke billows just enough to keep us apart.

 

 

I am just a face in a digital pixilated photograph,

faded and obscured in a chronological aftermath.

You will forget me, and all that I may have been,

just a name that slipped your mind around the bend.