I bathe in good riddance
trickle my fingers
over the warmth as it cleanses
create ripples
that eventually die out
playing God for a moment
wash the sins away
savor this flavor beading down
tickling over my femininity
FIVE MINUTES EARLIER
I was smothered in gluttony
slathered in bacon grease
purged away my worries insecurities and uncertainties
pain was unheard of
smell the sickness
fogging the windows
clouding my future and blanketing the room
the aroma is a reminder, I earned this rejuvenation
exhausted. throat throbbing.
self-betrayal
name calling
slaughter the voice
That caused
Awful sobbing
Where's the positive reinforcement?

The world rejects me
tastes then spits me out
such a bitter texture on the tongue
I have been given the ability
to understand & argue
both sides of an issue
might just be a symptom
of my fickle disease
I am a toy in life's childish hands
spreading sneezes
as it shares me with the other worlds

The chameleon changes the color
of it's outside.
You changed the color of your inside.
When I needed you.
The chameleon changes the color
When it wants to escape.
You changed your true color
When you wanted to escape from my true affection.

You are not a chameleon
Because
The chameleon changes only the outside.
Not The Heart.

Your eyes alone turn restraints into grips
Your eyes alone turn frowns into smiles
Your eyes alone turn despair into hope
Your eyes alone change the concept of time
by turning temporary into forever
Your eyes have that power