A Frame Of Lies

A frame of lies, 
A window into past time
My lips pierce, my eyes water and my nose snuffles
The pain pumps through me, 
And yet I don’t look away.

Posed smilies and posed hands and posed eyes,
Posed life and posed happiness,
If you only could read between the lines
To see the truth of 
The fumbling fingers
And old dress

A small bouquet, 
Kept long past it’s expiration date, 
I watched the flowers dry
Just as we did, 
It took me a year to finally throw them away

A garnet heart, 
On a small silver chain, 
Gently resting against my chest 
Digging into my flesh and eating away at my heart
Marking me as his

When I stare into 
My frame of lies
I fall for them again
and become who I was 
Angry, confused, lost,
In love
But not anymore. 

A poem reflecting on my past relationship. Expressing my thoughts as I look at an old photo of us going to prom. Written spring 2019.