For Good

I took a little gelatin and injected it just under my eyes,
just above my cheekbones,
it was safer this way,
and then we wouldn't be able to tell the difference between me and the Matryoshka dolls

I figure if I can blow these up a bit, then you won't see the swelling that you caused,
the crying had persisted for 234 days to be exact,
like clockwork, every morning at half past eleven,

I drowned my sorrows in thoughts of our fleeting moments of happiness,
and then I wondered what all of this said about my judgment of character,
even that of my own,

But when I made these things good and plump,
they forced my eyes to shut more,
to give into the fatigue from my perennial pursuits of perfection,

and they held the water inward,
good and tight,
good and tight

And from here on out,
I knew I would seer my synapses,
and extract these blips of you,
so I could keep it good and tight,
good and tight

And forevermore,
fight the good, the good fight