That One Girl is a Disaster

What are you doing?

Laying by the window, gazing at starlight;

you breathe deeply, inhaling the pain of being lost.

Your eyes sparkle with sadness,

searching for more,

as if you look into the darkness and see something

that is not there.

Golden hair and empty green eyes,

that is you, with no hope,

no ambition here.

You have dreams, that is clear,

but where have you hidden them?

You watch the sun rise and set,

never moving from your bed.

Life goes on, while you wait.

but what are you waiting for?

You are a lost child.

Too accepting of the mess you have become.

You coined yourself disaster,

ripped your clothes,

messed up your hair,

smeared your lipstick,

and laid down in your bed, embracing something

you are not.

Where have you hidden your beauty?

In beds of empty lovers;

in the bottom of wine glasses;

in broken mirrors and an empty home.

Where have you hidden your charm?

On the lies of promised love;

on someone else’s expectations.

You have let yourself be sculpted,

stolen from, taken until you are nothing.

A piece of your clay on everyone you meet.

But darling,

who do you want to be?