More poems by The Death of Beauty

Faux Smiles and Rusted Halos

You only use me when it's convenient.
You only use me when I'm worth it.
I'm a trend.
You walk away without a word.
Without caring a single shit.
You go then, sit with those plastic, people-eaters
Use your words like bullets,
And I am the bulls-eye
While I sulk with faux smiles and rusted halos
Moping is a fashion statment.
You bleed me out
You wear me out
You use me up
Only do it when it's convenient.
It doesn't matter anyway.