I look down to my hands

and feet

fingers and my toes

I often wondered

how are those

so physically able?

when my heart trembles

mumbles, and stumbles

with its broken beats

it’s not capable to handle

another careless keeper

to not drop it, scrape it

crush the remains

then hand it back to me

I’m steel gaurded with a key

don’t ask me to let you in

just for me to believe

then have you hand me

another broken piece of my

still constructing heart

that no longer beats

compassionately for a true love

with all it’s mishappen

sewed up, and bandaged,

cracked, crumbling, bruised

beauty

I am vulnerable

but not weak

I am strong

no longer naive

Don’t let me Believe

Let me see

proof is through actions that

speak

words are nothing but

pretty wrappings

charming but hiding

something within their

nice packaging

I’ve learned from my past

the mistakes have imprinted

at long last

not to trust a pretty smile

and perfect teeth

because the ugliness

is buried deep

it’s in a dark soul

A pretender masked

with an angel’s face