Not an open book when it comes to honesty and feelings, Judgement and rejection are my fears, Although, I’d rather be rejected than to be judged. Nothing more I want than to come clean, break the chains that I keep over my shattered heart, just let everything out. But unfortunately, it’s not that easy. People that can be your future will always pay the price for people in the past and that’s not fair.
If transparent a token promiscuous now in freefall and spy of equanimity though treason nigh fortuity with desire hone awhile storm is lust and inherently strife that renegade spliff come this ring of fire.
tracing back to the exact moment when clothed in cobwebs that shone like gold you stepped out in your metal tips boots with a stiletto heel and spruiked your special brand of ******* demanding fidelity or risk holy coercion
that moment, that was it the genesis of fake
tongue dripping with honied venom in hand your resume, a history spattered with muck hidden in the fine print and finished with a high legal gloss and they fell at your feet dulled by the cloy of perfume used to cover up the rot