brisk. jagged. grainy.
your words dance
across my innocence.
"im sorry,"
mumbled. whispered.
poisoned.
cynical are those words
aiming to ****,
forcing to struggle,
eternally scarring.
once, i believed you.
thought it was real,
and you actually cared;
that's when your intentions
became art.
my body the canvas,
your words the brush.
my emotions the paint,
your mind the audience.