Raw

From unprotected exposures
Giving life to my fears
Totaling my success to zero

My worth leaves my shadow
Refusing me attention
Lackluster are my strides

Distancing opportunities and potential love interest
Relate me to the unwanted
Homeless features mock my clothing

Still

Rising for the morning
Sunlight wiping my tears
Kissing my skin for good luck

Grinding with a purpose
Doing flips to turn my frown around
Smiling to use the word facade

My days will get better
Referencing a song
Better days gonna’ come

It wouldn't hurt
But it did

To exercise my right
But I didn't

Not to cry if he left
But I did
Because he did

I was great
When I wasn't

To love
But I forgot how

Not to leave
But my future was calling

A lot of things
That they themselves
Wouldn't have done

Please still be mine
Even after I am gray from age
Sad from loss of friends
Remain mine forever
Once all family members
Are buried and turned to soil
Please still be mine
After the hardships
Pain from heartache
If our love dies
If our children die
Sacrifice all of yourself
Pretend change has changed nothing
Between you and me

My mind should be
Crazy after the beating
I have taken
No touch of hands
Could cause this
More of actions and words
I must have done everything
Except hand feed you
Or washed your
Body of dirt
My sanity drags behind
My soul trying to pull itself
Back inside me
Before a complete
Loss of mind takes place
Actions must be taken
Swiftly
Is there medication for me?
Ignoring my ideas
And acting on my words
A battle will commence
Between my mind and I
The winner takes
While leaving the soul amok

Soiled are my hands
From the touch
Of contaminated surfaces

Reaching out for
I grab hold of
Filth and dirt alike

But these are
My hands
So i cleanse them

Warm water and soap
Soaking them in
A cleaning solution

Removing impurities
Sins
And imperfections

My hands
Touching things not
Belonging to me

Representing my sense
Of touch

I reach

I grab

Holding on to...

Months into the unknown future
Your head will turn
Ears will fall

Stomach become sour
Reactions may be severe
The reason will be thee

Remembering the advances I took
Countless attempts of desire
Stumbling at your feet

Dry tears **** my face
Head hanging low with fear
Buying fake flowers with water

Guilt will **** your day
Indigo faces turn gray
Rotten surprises will follow

Exempting angry lone places
Suffering from my appearance
Happiness laughs at your face

Your feelings once wanted
Leaps from you to me
I dodge