Feeling in limbo, I am defeated
Uprooted
Faith and validation are wavering
Label tongue out, seams
flapping in the breeze
I feel unreal, like some fiction character
There but not there, like the mannequin
no one sees, invisible
and naked
Ravaged
by my own narcissistic expectations
turned inside out,
veins screaming like buttons
facing the snow
I am torn – betrayed
by the same trust I betrayed,
acidities in the word-deed irony
of two wretched vengeful hearts
Zips stuck, pockets exposed
peg barely keeping me on the line,
I am on the other side
of a wormhole, window shopping
how things were, or should be
only, the store is closed
no bargain sale, on redemption day
This may be the actual
real world, of stuffed
mismatched color virtues
wrinkled and tumble dried;
though never ironed
Perhaps loyalty’s quality
is an overrated double stitch
It seems, when genuine still had longevity
what seemed real was the fantasy
The notice on the window reads;
There are no love guarantees
made in China