Portrait of a Woman

This is my declaration.

See everyone market themselves by day.
See them prepare for the hunt, for the kill,
for the days end victory;
the triumph.

Don't you see how you're killing?
Protecting, projecting.
but it's never enough is it?
kind, fake, sincere, mean, obnoxious, funny, honest.
i could've been anyone, but i wasn't.
i was me, i was less.

So lets blindfold you, and put you on rewind.
it would be flattering then, wouldn't it?
it would enough, it would more.
it would be white lace
and a walk down the break in the pews.
until your eyes could see again.

and then, as if a softer violence  cushions the blow,
your shoulders drop.

because it was me.
and again, i was never wrong.
and as the gates open and the waters rage,
they still follow, follow, follow their leader.

as it turns out,
oxygen is not required for bonds to be broken.

i watched my heroes succumb to everything that broke me.
and it is not that i have given up,
it is that i am never wrong.
not once.

maybe when the result stops matching guess
i will rethink,
regroup,
reevaluate.

but until then,
i am never wrong.
I wish that you would see.
but you won't,
i am never wrong.

Reviews

[Christopher]

"as it turns out, oxygen is not required for bonds to be broken." I loved those lines. You are a talented chica.