Anonymous Roses

A new beginning,
A clean slate.
A person without my past to judge on,
Or a place to make assumptions at.
I can be anyone,
But I end up playing myself
In this theatre performance.
I am the actress,
And you are the audience.
My actions don’t touch you,
Yet you laugh like it was you
That I told the joke to.
You smile like you can relate.
When will you realize there isn’t
A stage separating us?
When will you understand that the
love I’m speaking of is not an act?
That it is real, and it’s yours?
But you’re gone when the curtain goes down.
You might have thrown the roses at my feet…
You might not have.
Another day, another audience.
Unfamiliar faces…
A clean slate.