I feel the facade is crumbling
The idea held together by bubble gum and hairspray 
Maybe it was never meant to last.

And I’m terrified of losing the look of surety 
Scared of sweeping away bits of story
To take a look at what is left
When you remove the things you got dressed in.
And are standing front of a mirror

I’m afraid this body was never enough
To withstand the hard glare without all the stuff

And for all my love the things I gave
It was not enough, could not be enough to sustain,
These things I cared for.

So I’m looking for a distraction from this extraction.
And I’m staring at the woods noticing all these little interconnected whisperings
I’m starting to notice the leaves breaking from tiny buds
And the green things underneath.
And maybe there is something left after the facade breaks down.
Some growing up toward light
And finding only sun.