Eyes are slightly swollen,
Face is purple, red and blue,
Heart is partially broken ,
for which I have run out of glue,
Dab, blend and now concealed,
their appearance my brain forbids,
all those shadows of pain and fatigue,
residing underneath my eyelids,
A bit of highlighter,
A lot of foundation,
bruises are now much lighter,
carefully avoiding the open cut to prevent any irritation,
Winged eyeliner to distract,
from the cut at the right corner on the forehead,
A bit of red lipstick to attract,
I think today I'd lie that I fell off the bed,
Although I have cut my locks really short,
so any future attempt to hold them turns out futile,
Today they're full of knots,
impact with the wall from last night was surely brutal,
I go over the steps in my mind,
crinkle your eyes, turn the lips upwards,
Put all the flashbacks behind,
keep your voice steady, answer in smaller words,
Because the world is too blind,
to differentiate between the shining and glossy eyes,
T
alking takes too long, it's much easier to hide,
I try not to count how many times last night I cried,
They take the crimson marks of unspeakable crime,
as a puff of my expensive blush,
To notice and to care, I know nobody has time,
I deflect their queries by a look oh so lush,
When I enter the gate of the building of wisdom,
"Look at that ball of sunshine!" they say,
I sigh in relief due to the momentary escape from my personal prison,
I laugh, I hide, I act and I look away.
-A/N do I make sense? haha.
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