Rusted

 

I used to polish up nicely.

Now I flash bright smiles and pretend everything is ok.

I get a little further from perfection…each minute and every day

I open my eyes in the morning just to discover I am disintegrating.

Some days it is harder to hide than others.

Harsh words and actions corrode my happiness

Disappointments, leading to salty tears cause my heart to rust.

The love, joy and happiness that once was there, eroded away.

 

I lay here weakened praying for some type of restoration

…someone not afraid to touch me where I am rusty

…someone who will scrape and chip until I bleed

…someone to make me feel a new dream, a new love without pain.