here is where <br />you meet the end <br />as glamorous <br />as i pretend. <br />a picture i've painted. <br />a mask i've created. <br />the newest <br />of all my <br />trends. <br />my heart in your hand, <br />a ridiculous sham. <br />i'll take you for everything. <br />your intimate kisses <br />for hollow wishes, <br />the empty feeling they bring. <br />i'm sure you'll find some way <br />to replace me <br />each day we speak <br />is a day you erase me. <br />so i'll end our time <br />with bitter lines, <br />pretentious rhymes, like sour limes <br />they will tingle <br />upon your tongue... <br />but don't you worry that pretty little head. <br />i adore this <br />hope-sucking <br />insect. <br />it gives me the power <br />to write and feel. <br />it's all for dramatic <br />effect.<br /><br />Jonny Brackney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dissociation-3/
