twenty something hindsight

a devious vail lies innocently across my eyes
leaves me drawn and quartered
hung out to dry
seeing infinitely complex things, others
the way i want them to be
simply
forgetting to take
the good with the bad
i end up only absorbing
that which i wish to be.

delicately grasping
these lies i tell myself
comfort in a unforgiving world

all the while
doing nothing
to soften the blow
like a mirror that once slipped
through my fingers
shattering
on the floor
a million little pieces

the truth is revealed
the rose colored glasses temporarily misplaced.
and once again
here i am
scrambling to fix
something that is so obviously
ruined beyond repair.
or simply, never was.