Sometimes, I get lost in my thoughts.
I escape this way.
With a smile of contentment; I have managed to fool you all.
I have used makeup to contour my inefficiencies to appear as normal as possible. Don't question me.
I am an impostor to the public, yet sincere to myself.
Trust long gone for I have been shown only reasons to defend.
This is the down and the dirty of the restrictions I have set.
Am I wrong to protect? It's all I know to do.
The darkness rises to the surface on occasion, mask off.
It tears the flesh and regurgitates things of pain.
I have lacked the hunger plenty of times before, frail.
But I feel alive.
I have been left on steps, promises unkempt.
I have been spoken in words of love, fraud.
It appears that even Forever has the capability of expiring.
I just never know when.
Still, I have spilled my soul into empty cups. Passion in excess.
I may never learn.
A token of sincerity for free - empathy has hindered my prosperity.
The desire does not focus on romance more than reciprocity.
The desire does not wish smiling more than happiness.
Don't be afraid of me.
Be the rib so I can let this all down.
Tear down the walls that I hide behind.
Prove me wrong.
Don't let words of endearment be spewed in vain.
Truth be told, I'm a hopeless romantic at the cost of authenticity.
I think differently.
The idea of romance has driven me mad.
But I can't get enough.
