Genuine like a child
Candid like an open book
Exotic like The Wild
Reassuring like a second look

and yes i do feel betrayed

betrayed by my body
my mind
my hands
my clothes

lust is an awful sin to get involved in

i used to be radiant, positive, and content.
i used to be happy over the littlest things.

i'm not anymore.

now,
i'm bitter.
i'm pessimistic. the littlest things make me sad.
i never let things go. i never understand why i deserved all this.

when i was all those good things before, i was taken for granted. and i never want to let anyone gets to feel who i was before. not even myself.

i wondered how many times a person can hurt someone until they're finally broken. now i know.

i wonder how many times i forgave someone,
just because i didn't want to lose them

I'm stuck in between the space
Of her eyes; two of the prettiest stars
Should I make a wish,
Wishing, wishing for more than
I already have

I close my eyes with a sigh,
"Please, please don't let her-, (who was my galaxy)
Ask for a bit of space"

He gave me dead flowers
So I can smell them every day
The rotten petals falling
The color of decay

The washed out sunflower
The dehydrated leaves
The mold on the water
The color of debris

The richly red rose
Now drooping to the floor
The color of love
Existed no more

But still I saved the flowers
And smelled them every day
And watered them with tears
To let them grow again.

I bought the shroud of Turin
the vatican had a sale
they have legal expenses
and priests that needed bail.

It was just an old dusty cloth
so I put it in the wash
that Tide detergent, never fails
all the smudges and stuff washed off.