Lipstick For Sale

mixing metaphors
to a combination
of good enough
innocent ingredients
spill onto the floor
you say we can begin
anew
I pour the purity
you batter the bittersweet
til it’s only tender
the truth of who we are
how we taste
what we feel
all put on the table
for analyzation
is it who I am
or who you are craving?

mumbling meaningless
messages to myself
I hang hope
on the coatrack
boots sit still
in their truth
of having no where
to turn
mirror shows created space
between introspection
and reflection
stuffed animals
once bought to life
birthday balloons
once able to fly
pictures of friends
once here to touch
put into boxes
of yesteryear