#nailpaint
Everytime you break up,
don't come home crying.
instead come home finding
a Nail Cutter.
take a look at your hand and pick out a finger .
(the more they have hurt you, the bigger finger you choose)
cut the nail of your akin finger as you cut out links with them.
and you will realize
how much of dirt was growing under your skin, while
you were busy appreciating the length.
i know,
ultimately they will grow again
as you meet new people. but this time,
clean regularly,
refine and reshape
take time to grow
and eventually apply a pretty nail paint .
which will put quite a show.
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 9:49 AM UTC
That day when we first spoke,
your first words to me were
'Your fingers look cute'.
To which I replied
that I didn't think so,
that my fingers were too thick and my nails shapeless.
You said that they were
the most beautiful fingers
you'd ever seen
and
pink nail paint suited them.
That day,
I fell in love
with
my fingers, pink nail polish and you.
Every time we met, you made it a point to tell me that
my fingers were beautiful,
rubbing against them with yours and smiling that crooked smile of yours
when I blushed.
Each of our meetings, every step of our love story
was witnessed by that pink nail polish, as if to bear testimony to
our secret relationship.
That day when you confessed that there was someone else,
my fingers broke down before I could.
I asked you point blank
if
you'd been calling her fingers cute too. Your silence was chilling.
The pink nail paint bottle is empty, just like my life without you.
'Now, who's there to call us lovely?'
my fingers ask me.
I have no reply.
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 1:50 AM UTC