I’ve been torn down when lovers’ knowledge told me not to be protected from my faithless heart frame. It tells me that it’s not built to last and was
never true anyway.
All these times that I knew in facing the mirror every thought turned into that light, shifting moments to disclose the deeper meaning of just being here. Knowing this, holding myself in an
act of reconciliation, that part of me burnt out my soul, bound to exile, dangling from me, is my own self esteem. /Prohibited. No one whose presence I feel can forcefully lift it back in, this heavy it’s my burden.
Nothing but true unadulterated love can hold me, if only for the fragment it takes to relieve my distrust, of anything, of all that is able to console me. Then it passes and barely leaves