for Lindsey Ferrentino
What do you choose?
Pretending it’s the same
Tortures you worse
than shrapnel in your head.
Each step you take reminds you you’re so lame;
Each mirror shows
you someone who’s half-dead.
Reality is virtually flaky
Just like your
sister’s boyfriend and his beard.
Seeing your married heartthrob leaves you shaky—
Once it was
Paradise; now it’s just weird.
Fantasy teaches you unhealthy tricks;
It sets a finish
line that pain can cross.
But that race never ends—there is no fix.
Choose Life. And though it’s all about the loss,
Life’s like
your mother—though you feel defiled,
She’ll always
see you as her little child.
Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells
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