I didn't understand the purpose of my life until I knew you, until I felt you.. I couldn't see your beauty until you filled my words with a new language..

The unforgiving wrinkles of my skin delivering lines of poetry against an unwilling story weathered by the storms that have no end, of judgment despite one bad decision turns into a mountain of rubbish, disguised as gold; my goal turned into self-pity with a form of medication that steals my teeth and rotted my face but life is now a haze of a bearable state;

Strip away all shades of me, use me as droplets of your imagination diluting your pockets of all capital inflation, I strain to be worthy of the instrumentals playing between your legs mastering beats of pleasure more explicit than bedroom escapades.

Pretty little lies I believed in my mind, it’ll never happen again; but when my head hit the mirror, I see myself through my own eyes but even they tell lies and whisper, “I’m okay”.