A/N: It's been a while since I've written poetry. But I was quite happy with how this turned out, so here it is: My Sherlolly Sestina. Enjoy, and please leave a comment if you can.
Wallpaper
Sometimes she feels like part of the wallpaper.
For John, there is a corner in his heart, a hole.
Not for her. She sees past his hard face
like John. They both give him tears
and wait patiently until his sharp edges fade.
Curves of a heart peek through. A smile
O.o.O
is common and cold, never sweet. For her, his smile
has purpose. The corners still empty, but his paper
isn't blank. There are marks, wounds that won't fade.
He made some himself, put those holes
through his wall. The paper rips. She tears
too. To him, she is wallpaper. Never a face,
O.o.O
just a means to an end. Places, races, endless faces,
all games to him. No more meaning than the smiles
he offers her, the promises he offers John, the tears
he offers his clients. He stays blank, a fresh paper
ready to fold and mold at a moment's notice. A new hole
to fill. The second he's satisfied, the feeling fades,
O.o.O
just a glimpse, fleeting, ephemeral, phases fading,
never fixed. The one that sustains is the cold face.
It could be armor, protecting a sentimental hole.
Maybe he hasn't puzzled through how to smile
with his lockbox heart. The last blank paper,
yet to be deduced; a smirk that isn't knowing, a tear
O.o.O
that stays a tear, not a tool. Maybe he fears they'll tear
him to shreds if he lets them fall. Maybe he's afraid of fading,
of drowning in humanity like she does, part of the wallpaper.
Trapped in feelings, more places, more faces,
but this time tears are all real and aching. Smiles
reach eyes and hearts alike. Will it fill the hole
O.o.O
or stretch it, deepen it, demand until there's no more hole
and everything is empty? Will there be any more tears
falling then, when he's alone with no one to reward those smiles?
She thinks that is when he'll stop trying and start fading
and wonders what he'll look like when his cold face
buckles and breaks. Then he'll be the one tearing like paper,
O.o.O
but she'll be there to glue him together, and rewrite that paper
with a new story. Together this time, no lies, just two faces.
One girl who'd do anything to stop him from fading.