whats left

and the tears will continue to stain her little red dress,
as the smudged lipstick and ruined mascara remain on her face,
she is alone,
with her mistaken identity,
covered up by things that were once something,
and you took all you wanted
and left her there,
to be buried by other piles of things
to be taken away from who she was.

now what is left,
what remains of this girl that wore white dresses?

she adorns the gold and flashy things,
and slips back in the little red dress,
to take what is left,
the tiniest amount of love is thrown together with missing pieces,
and her time of healing is fast approaching.