Clay Sculptures

She turned me down...and it hurt a little more than I'll ever let her know.

It's not like a want to be tough and scared to let my feelings show,

I was just looking forward to doing different and being better.

I wanted her to want me, but fear just wouldn't let her.

I'm EMBARRASED....

Silently suffering from the guilt of things in relationships past

Mistakes can be forgiven but first impressions always last,

So what she perceives me to be WILL BE at this point in time,

And although I may disagree, I understand the distorted image in her mind.

I'm not blind

Not naive or delusional.

I'm not a monster,

Heart, mind, and soul primed to be mutable,

And my mirror works just fine too......

At least it did...

Until I smashed it to pieces,

Then used the shards of glass to sculpt myself into a new design

Took a step forward and left the original me behind.

Now,

Mirror mirror on the wall

Let's play the little game where the rose petals fall,

and I say, "She loves me."

She loves me not...

She loves me,

But will she when this last petal drops...

Only time will tell...

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