Afterthought 1640—Last Fake Smile

Posted in nothing special, ovillejo by maggie on 2017/04/06

Shoveling out my secrets hard and fast
    just to last. 
Trapping time in words I bend and break
    just to fake. 
Taking me every ounce of guise and guile
    just to smile.
I’d not meant you to think me worth the while.

You’ve lost it, now you see it for what it’s not—
the part of me you knew as but afterthought.

        [Last. Fake. Smile.]

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