and when it all goes to hell.

the tattered hood
of all the fakes.
the koopa shell
of past mistakes.
the sequin mask
of a love long lost.
the broken wall
of what it cost.
the disguised face
of what was wrong.
the hidden wonder
of what took so long.
the sad facade
I could never see
past a broken heart
that will never be.
but now I can tell
what lies inside
and break apart
that sense of pride.
the battered shell
of our past mistakes.
you're the patron saint
of liars and fakes.