Your psyche is a broken record,
yet your body is fully grown.
A vicious cycle spins around and around
always missing the beat of a heart
that decayed long ago.
Darkness is all that occupies your vacant chest.
You were beautiful once.
Remnants of lost innocence,
shaped into the perfect scar
that I once lay tender kisses into,
dangle like false hope
under your right eye.
Seemingly charming, exciting--even loveable to your prey.
You conceal your darkness from everyone but me.
False accusations, endless suspicion, deep seeded rage,
burns hot within you; the only sensations
that remain strong enough to feel.
You are a breathing, perpetual gloom.
Your insecurities swallow any glimmer of hope.
You were betrayed too--when loyalties mattered most.
Now you are trapped behind a face of the man
you once feared becoming.
The capability of love and sincerity
fragmented and hidden; a painful memory
of what your life will never be,
and of the innocence you unjustly lost.
