I once was a believer,
in everything good and pure.
I found comfort in balloons and smiles,
the things that brought joy.

The simplicity of happiness used to be a hug.
I now know it is something that I can't have,
I can't deserve it for the things I've done.
The way she looked at me, when I told her so,
It hurt the worst, but I smiled at the thought.

I could feel again, and that was a need.
Though, it didn't change my decisions,
on who I used to be.

I found comfort in love and all it's hellish lies.
If it was my trust that broke,
then my trust is my demise.

w.j.w.k