Authentic was what you wanted.
But when you received it,
you slapped me with lies.
A red hand print across my face,
I continued to be genuine,
even though I have
scars and bruises.
the clouds moving across the pale blue sky,
dripping rain down on my patio.
My cats sleeping next to each other,
butt to butt,
when about two years ago they couldn't stand each other.
They breathe in
Expressions formed on my flesh leaving being bruised marks, carried out of my sight. Sly smiles creep up my legs causing a handicap, crumbling me to the ground.