There sits a box beneath my bed where I gently place each one of you. You are all beautiful in your distortion.
I pop each of you out, every once in a while; like ice cubes from a tray. You slither and melt into me, your frozen waters; an ocean of time.
I'm taken back to when you all meant something. All my deceit and pain tied tightly with a velvet ribbon; offered as a gift.
I disguise you with costumes so grand you appear to be a commodity, property of trickery so dark.
I keep you hidden in that box beneath my bed where you can't escape without my key. You only come out when my demons won't sleep; their elusive charm so seductive; a perverse mutilation of thought.
Pad-locked and secret are the lies I've told. The lives I've lead and those I've destroyed.
Underneath the rubble and debris breathes a girl so lost, squandering herself aimlessly; without reason.
So in the box you will stay, wrapped up warm in blankets of regret, until the time comes to clean out what lies beneath my bed.
my twisted way of cherishing the deceptive person I once was.