Concealer

With fists raised high in tightened hearts,

The room explodes and now

This blood is on your hands and

There is no time for a second chance to

Paint my face with blood and tears and cover up.



In an open book that no one reads,

A misspelled word that no one knows.

You stole the rain,

Then you turned around and tore my life in two.



Just like the picture that once hung on the wall

In the room that we used to share

.



So fold me up

And put me back in the place

Where you used to keep your heart



You think it