Beauty
Perfection
Wasted

I was ready to give myself to her
My heart
She cut and pasted

I was a simple prop
To occupy her time
If I was to leave
She would not mind

It haunts me
Her Child-like stare
Every strand
Of her red hair

Every plan
Every smile
It's been more than just
Alittle while

I'm not an artist
I can see her unattraction
Stemming from
My lack of action

Blistering boils of
Lethargic lust
In the end
Is there no one left
To trust?