Darkness was home,
But now I am blinded by light.
Holding false smiles,
While happy memories are caught on film.
We reminisce.
Thinking of yesteryear,
When you still clung to the bottle
And I couldn’t work a lighter.
I stumble in my heels.
The Euripides of the party,
I use tequila and cheap perfume,
To mask my tragedy.
I still notice the sideways glances-
The looks of concern-
And I laugh them away,
There’s nothing a pretty smile can’t hide.
But even the smallest hurdle,
Can cause the facade to crumble.
Sometimes the emptiness feels so heavy,
And God- Daddy, I’m tired.
