Scribbled Thoughts

Rewrite a path

and explore

what could have been,

what results are better,

which person

you should have

become.

Flip backwards

on the spot

to wow

and distract

those around

and yourself.

Did it work?

Ignore my presence

as you work

on tempting

my stability away.

Or is it deliberate?

Basking in my ruin

as you succeed

and watching me

sink

into defeat,

the self-deprecation

preventing any drive

to fight back.

Those closest to you

don’t know

the existence

of the one

who should be considered

your everything.

What does that say

when you hide them away?

What else

is secret,

even from yourself?

A persona

of innocence

and decency

hides a dark lust

to be wanted

but never really known,

shocking all

when a slip occurs

and you can never

replace the mask.

Smudge my progess

so it skips

out key moments

and I’m left

running back

or giving up,

moving forward

with no idea

what’s going on.

Tick away the tasks

until time

starts speeding again

and your idle moment

disappears

in an hour

of panic

you can’t

prepare for.

Construct and slot together

the pieces

waiting years to fit,

but even now

there’s a noticeable gap

to remind you

it can never be perfect,

you can

never succeed.

Product recall

for a lie sold

created with hope

to avoid a harsh truth,

but the time is over

for deceit and hiding,

so return it please

and face reality;

smile and own it.

Walk into

anger and frustration,

realising

a once-perfect solution

has started to tear

and you are

stuck in the middle,

being pulled

in half.