Work in progress

I want to be worth more than your money.

Stop looking...

... feel, I want you to

experience me

like one of those scratch cards
you used to get excited about as a kid.
Let me astonish you, as you scrape your silver
across my skin. Layer by layer, let me be
a bittersweet disappointment
or a silly surprise.

Let me be a work in progress.

Dream about everything that hides
behind my black bangs,
underneath these deep brown eyes,
inside my mind.

Let the dream be glamorous,

like sipping champagne
after some honourable mention
that scribed my name in gold.

Let it be ordinary,

like drinking hot chocolate
whilst rushing out of the cafeteria.
A forgotten news headline mopping the floor.

Let it be chaos,

cacophony. Smashed wine bottles,
like the night I got drunk and thought it was enough
to become insignificant and free.

Let the dreams be true, all of them.

Keep chiselling at the layers of life
until you feel me, draped in gold,
no matter what prize is revealed.

29/12/2019
3:07 AM