I find pieces of you
Wedged in the strangest places
Tucked loosely behind my ear
A hair that kissed the nape of my neck which
Synchronized with your searching jaws

You linger
Tugging like gravity
On the edges of my lips

Once so defined
Now a fading chalk outline
Sketched   by your tricky nimble fingers
Molded by hands
I thought I knew
But this shape is unfamiliar

Elastic skin that won’t shape over bones
Tracing down my skin
Your fingerprints are brand marks now

-  GNE

I used to look
At the world
With rose-tinted glasses.
To me,
Everything was beautiful
And innocent, pure
How could anything
Be evil?

But the same world
I admired
With eyes open wide
In awe
Was very cruel.
It splattered blood
And sprayed black paint
Onto my twisted lenses
And the beautiful
Sunset shade of pink
Was covered with
Such horror.

I never saw anything
The same way again.

But I still haven't lost hope.
I continue
Trying my best
To look out these tainted glasses
Hoping that maybe
I'll find someone
Who's willing
To clean the lenses.