Sometimes it's hard
To pretend
To put on make-up
And play a game

a kiss can heal
some kisses are cursed
ask Judas

I need some beautiful poetry
The ones that write themself

Who's there to make it easy
Make it shine
To make it rhyme

Am I even worthy
of a poem of such magnitude?
Writing poetry can be so difficult..

Excitement!
Anticipation!
Dread and Gloom!
All these emotions running through my head to name a few.

Taking the plunge,
And self-publishing one's first book,
Uncertain of this loving recreation's first foray into the world,
Will it be loved?
Will it go unread?
Only time will tell for this collection of prose and truth.

He was smooth but not understanding
He was charming but not loyal
He was beautiful but a manipulator    
I knew this would come to and end
I knew I was a fool
He was secure but brought my insecurity
He was strong inside but not loving
He was my first but never mine