Doll Face

She rises from the bed after a restless, frustrating night.
She walks into the bathroom and reflected in the mirror is a blank face, drained of color and emotion.
On the counter sits a variety of colors and brushes ready to create the portrait of a happy young woman.
She sighs heavily and looks over the tools, ready to begin constructing.
She slowly picks up a brush and begins working.
Eyes.
They disappeared long ago when she realized they were windows to her soul.
They told a story of a tortured past...full of heartache and pain.
One day she just couldnt take it anymore and rubbed them right off of her face.
Nose.
Always running because she was always crying.
Tears were always her release...
One day she blew and wiped so hard to get it off of her face.
She never had to cry again.
Mouth.
Smiles...what she was known for displaying.
Always using her smiles to mask her pain.
One day she hit rock bottom and her smile cracked.
It shattered into thousands of pieces on the floor below her.
Never again would someone hear her choked sobs and begs for forgiveness.

So now she must wake up every morning to create a character that no longer exists. She died long ago when the strain became too much.
She looks at the reflection of a seemingly happy woman.

This is a different woman.
She can now take whatever it is you would like to dish out.
She can handle the lies.
She can handle the empty promises.
She can handle the pain.

With her smile painted on, she is ready to go and pretend to be another happy face.
Behind this mask of deceit, no one will ever know.

K.O.

sometimes love comes around.
and it knocks you down.
to the point where you cant just get right back up.

you start the fight feeling fresh, rejuvenated even.
all the possibilities seem like endless opportunities for a win.
you have your hands up and you feet are moving quickly across the ring.
you are dodging blows left and right feeling like...
all the power is in your hands.
so you let your guard down for a split second.
because you foolishly trusted in your own juvenile wisdom.

BAM!
right across the cheek.
you shake it off and get your hands back up ready to deliver a mean left hook.

BAM!
you take an uppercut to the chin.

your teeth make a loud cracking sound as the bottom row slams against the top row.
the room starts spinning.
your vision goes in an out.
you fall to your knees.
you think you have the strength to come back up.
but then you think back to those empty promises.
those nights you sat up waiting alone...
and no longer can you hold onto the last strand of false hope.
you no longer have the strength to pursue.
so you collapse under the pressure.

never thought you would fall for her/him as hard as you did.
but it happened.
you fell hard with a smack as your barely alive body slammed down onto the ring.
bruised, bloodied, and broken you go down.
love came around and not only knocked you down
but kicked you, beat you, raped you, tortured you, and damn near killed you.
all that's left to say is congratulations.
your opponent has won.
say goodbye to your friend.
for you will never love again.