you reach out for my hand
hoping for my acceptance
fulfill me with all the things you wished you’d said
tell me you’ll be there and accept me for all i am
yet walk out the door when there is nothing left for you
lie to me when you say you’ve changed
but where there is a smile, is a mask shielding your inner heart
a place that once consisted a home for me is now my greatest fear
your hands a beautiful field of daisies
now encrusted in thorns
though truth be told
i would find pleasure in the pain engraved upon my fingertips
-c. alejandra
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC
you reach out for my hand
hoping for my acceptance
fulfill me with all the things you wished you’d said
tell me you’ll be there and accept me for all i am
yet walk out the door when there is nothing left for you
lie to me when you say you’ve changed
but where there is a smile, is a mask shielding your inner heart
a place that once consisted a home for me is now my greatest fear
your hands a beautiful field of daisies
now encrusted in thorns
though truth be told
i would find pleasure in the pain engraved upon my fingertips
-c. alejandra