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