When we were still young
I created a home for you,
a palace
within my chest.
I clothed in pale pinks, blues and whites
to disguise you.
A mask of beauty,
to hold you there.
I kept my arms crossed---
cradled against us
concealing your bitter taste
beneath my breast.
I spent years
smiling and laughing,
bright-eyed against your fire.
I spent bitter years
wiping hidden tears
from my pale pink cheeks
to keep you with me...
until I woke up one morning
and couldn't understand
why.
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