Golden pins pushed through my leotard,
making deep groves in the wall,
ripping the seems of my dreams,
puncturing the stars in my eyes,
hanging me up for the world to see.
A display of fortune
That has nothing to do with me.
because you dont know this person
you pinned up so proudly
you only know
who you wanted her so desperately to be
Anyone but me.
With time, the gold leaf flaked off,
showing the cheap copper nibs.
no facade lasts forever,
because i was never your child
only your muse.
Dec 18, 2024
Dec 18, 2024 at 3:36 PM UTC
Golden pins pushed through my leotard,
making deep groves in the wall,
ripping the seems of my dreams,
puncturing the stars in my eyes,
hanging me up for the world to see.
A display of fortune
That has nothing to do with me.
because you dont know this person
you pinned up so proudly
you only know
who you wanted her so desperately to be
Anyone but me.
With time, the gold leaf flaked off,
showing the cheap copper nibs.
no facade lasts forever,
because i was never your child
only your muse.
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