You Fell for The Girl

See the tears in her lashes,
diamonds slicing down her face.
She can’t fake it anymore, and people wonder
how your lies can simply continue.
You always say she just has sparkling eyes.

Welcome now, my friend, to reality,
where sugar coated fancies no longer suffice.
You fell for the girl with innocent eyes,
where depression was hidden by Revlon magic,
eyes that led you to imagine a simple home, with a puppy,
        a home she wished she had.
A place she’ll never take you.

Ibuprofen overdose and alcoholic evenings
        run on and on and on
splinters her skin and infests, infects, manifests.
Spinal embrace, she needs you to hold her jaw up,
keep her afloat in her darkness,
stop her from choking on her vomit.
You fell in love with the deep eyes
        that stalled your heart – a moment –
she looks pretty, at least, on the surface.


© Alison Cornellier