Laura Mauriello

IN THE END

Drawing the same shapes, unsatisfying

I’ve memorized what to do, not even thinking

I crumple the paper, tears drip down my face

My pencil darkens your eyes, your lips

Smoothing the edges

Sun floods the window, your face feels warm

Different

I crumple the paper again, it’s hard to decide

Over and over again, the soft curves

All I know is your face, even when you’ve disappeared

Memorizing every inch, my pencil captures

Every detail, I promise not to forget

I’ll take in everything, you’re all I think about

Inspiring the moves of my hand, you’ll see

Only when I finish

It’s nothing new, I wish it could be

Just the same, the ordinary

Why can’t it be real

Why won’t your eyes look the way I want them to

I hate the way you stare at me

You’re not helping at all

The paper’s crumpled once again

It’ll never be the way I want it to

In the end