When I’ve closed my eyes, I saw and felt parts of my life. Times where I’ve cried having told an honest lie. Smiling at my reflection— believing in my own deception. And being so demanding for the world to notice me.
Now, when I close my eyes, the fragments are nowhere in sight. I still cry— reasons may vary as to why. My smile’s genuine. I can share my inner reflection. No longer demanding, I’ve grown to be understanding. The world to me is what I choose to notice even if it were a dream.
An empty heart can still be seen, making the perfect mold to cast over. Strips, unevenly torn, of red and pink— the bits I kept that meant the most— are lightly brushed over with a blended mixture of wishful thinking and tears of “I Love You.” Decorated with ribbons, bows, and lace, helps keep everything in place. They overlap, trying to cover the pain from “We’re Over.” It’s how I see my heart— the perfect gift for myself.