"you once told me i was your greatest creation. you said i was a true masterpiece; the perfect illusion; your favorite lie. and so i was – at least for awhile. but you simply couldn't allow worthless little me to excel at anything at all, could you? no; you just had to climb up the ladder of unadulterated failure and reward yourself with that golden medal i once earned so carelessly. i bet it must feel liberating; finally being able to display that hidden part of yourself after all those years of overbearing pretense. you finally embraced the real you, baby. transparency suits you."
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Poetrythe rancorous heart you kept locked up inside your ribcage could never be as devastatingly beautiful as the tender smile you always feigned. | pluviophiliac © 2019 |
