Burning Polaroids

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
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This isn't really finished yet, but I wanted to post it anyway.

Submitted: July 28, 2011

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In a matter of seconds and few words of confirmation, the world of mine I once knew, withdrew and came back with unraveling lies, and unfolding new truths.
One after the other, my anger towards you grew.
People who were to love you above all flaws
became close-minded ones.

The skeletons in their closet knocked on the door and welcomed me into their darkened world with a beckoning of their decaying hands.
Hands, I might add, covered in their guilty red. I knew from then on, I'd never see you in the same light.


I couldn't help but cry out of pain, rage, and above all, shock. You broke and scarred the one who treats you like none other. I could now see that our family picture was burning. And behind the frame, laying in a flurry of webs and the shells of insects, was the truth.

The real picture. There were no happy faces to look upon. Two faces stuck out most prominently. They were gaunt. Heavy with the guilt of a lifetime, the sins of 6 years and counting. Then, a smile was amidst the family of five.

But, you'd be mistaken to think she was happy, for above the smile were tear-strained cheeks and brown eyes pained with enough hurt to last a lifetime.
It was her face that brought an anger, a sadness, and a resistance inside me. A resistance that drove me away from you.
Like the lies and secrets, I was withdrawing.

But I realized, with a heavy sense of guilt and honest thoughts, that you could never compare.
She's better than you at your own damn job.


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