Appropriatey Attired
There are days, twenty-four hour moments, when the perfectly patterned shade of an endless smile of silken satisfaction accents the boldly stated suit of fulfilling love,
fitted tough with tailored darts of mutual respect and invisible seams of answered want, soulfully strutted with brown suede pumps of security and a matching purse of undaunted motivation,
feeling so together, so fine, knowing that they know that you know that they know that you know that what they see, you already know…
then, there are times, moments strung together when your heart's closet looks lean, your best outfits are still being dry cleaned to remove the noticeable stench of insecurity, leaving you to choose between bland cotton sweatsuits of complacency, tear stained jeans you wore yesterday, or desperately threadbare spandex tights of denial,
meanwhile, close friends confirm they're too short to wear in full disclosure, too small to fasten trust, recommending you toss them to the distant past as lessons learned, burn them in a pyre of truth, they stand outside your heart's dressing room saying "because they love you, they tell you when you don't look good in love",
even though you feel almost comfortable, your conscience rubs unsure while pride reflects in your full length mirror of desire that "you look okay" and need not make the effort to spruce up your self esteem with a little TLC~ (truth and lies comparison), convincing you that the loose fit of wrinkled delusion offers comfort you deserve….
sometimes, you just wanna stay home in your pj's (pity jubilee) and hope that love don't call…