Painted my nails today,

Pondered the color while thumbing through them.

Stopped when my hand brushed the bottle of black varnish.

Picked it up half jokingly,

Thinking, Hmm I think I like this one.

Never truly intended to keep this color,

Just thought it looked rebellious.

Started painting my fingernails, thinking to myself.

You know my mother always hated this color,

"Makes you look like a corpse" shed say while staring at it on my


Kinda resembles our relationship now huh?

Dead, withered and silent.

With each brush over my nails I feel like I'm taking a stab at you,

One for each and every day you've ignored me so far.

Should walk right up to you right now laughing smugly,

And flip you off with my black painted nails.