The Cracked Doll

I am a Capricorn, my delicate figure and nature

will charm you like a new boyfriend will on your first date,

I’ll captivate you like an exotic dancer on the dance floor,

never wanting you to leave the show, your eyes always on me.

I was carefree and confident in my life with you,

you gave me a chance to be alive and be a couple,

I could celebrate with you on your special days

and be the comfort you needed in your times of need.

But that all changed when my crumbling features

started appearing through the cracks of my porcelain skin,

you never taking notice because I didn’t have the courage

to show you, the cracking coming from the cancer from inside.

My chest came collapsing in on me first, my beautiful handmade clothes

coming with it, the vibrant cloths decaying within me, my cracked hands

showing the emptiness inside my porcelain figure to the world around us,

cabin fever sets in, my condition slowly crawling to the surface more and more,

your curiosity gets the better of you, your confusion starts appearing on your face,

you won’t consider looking at me for keeping this a secret from you all this time.

Your face doesn’t show your compassion anymore, the cheerfulness is gone from

your complexion, I never complained to you about me cracking, the coldness in your

features showing your distrust for what my cracking has done to us,

We still have chemistry, don’t we, we are a couple still, things happen,

circumstances arise, I may be challenged at the moment from cracking

but my coreis still whole, our connection is still whole in my heart.