Nails.

I'm a sight for sore eyes Just as well my reflection is the only one judging. Naïvety has become my best companion From the moment you told me your mind only pictures me. Hanging by tenterhooks every time her name comes into conversation. Were you thinking of me when you were with her? Step on my toes as I dance my way through your guilt Fidelity is wearing thin. Which is why you haven't slept for days. (This is the first poem I have submitted and it may be clear to see that my writing style differs to many other's. Most poems I write are abstract and often have a story behind them. If you feel you need anything to be explained, please do not hesitate to ask.)