Image of Perfection

A single drop forms one glistening streak.
There will be no flood this time.

As i glance to my right, i force a smile.
This sobriquet i go by,
the facade i hide behind,
all of it becoming the perfect image
of me,
splattering the world
like that substantial crimson
you wrenched from my soul.

But still you wonder,
what is the truth?

It is the last emotion you'll see on my face.
It is the sentence remaining unspoken,
the syllables on the tip of my tongue,
the characters that won't be uttered.

Luckily for me, you'll never know
the difference between
the truth and the lies.
For the longer i pretend,
the stronger they intertwine,
breaking down the fence
separating one from the other.

So,
pushing habits to the surface
and the truth under the skin,
I'll say it one more time.
I'm fine
(thanks for asking)



Poetry by lexie
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Written on 2009-11-20 at 00:03

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
I love the random length of stanzas, the phrases held within them, and the overall power of this; especially the ending.

I'd call it pure expression; thanks for sharing.
2009-11-20