10/14/15

Who. Is. Mathis?

He is not real, I do not see him

He’s yesterday’s joys wrapped in today’s sorrows

He wants me to frame the picture, but my canvas is blank

He is tired, and I am uninspired

He thinks I’m a “good girl” because he doesn’t know any better

He knows not of the tattoo, but he breathes in the ink

He is here, but he is not present

What he thinks is best for me brings out my worst

He wasn’t my last, and isn’t my first

From our miscommunications, I fabricate connection and intimacy

I put in the effort, he swipes the benefits like a thief 

He makes me put myself on clearance

I am no bargain, but custom couture

The price tags melt away in his presence

I’m weak and he is cheap

My efforts are in vain, leaving only myself to blame

He is yesterday’s future, but the present’s past