Beauty
Perfection
Wasted
I was ready to give myself to her
My heart
She cut and pasted
I was a simple prop
To occupy her time
If I was to leave
She would not mind
It haunts me
Her Child-like stare
Every strand
Of her red hair
Every plan
Every smile
It's been more than just
Alittle while
I'm not an artist
I can see her unattraction
Stemming from
My lack of action
Blistering boils of
Lethargic lust
In the end
Is there no one left
To trust?