Wounded,Yet Deceptive
The cuts, though long healed
Still sting to the point of tears.
My life is barely worth the tears I spill
Thoughts of you bring back paranoid fears.
So lovely,
So accepting.
Innocent, like a child.
You don't know our future.
I might win your heart, but,
You've been beguiled.
My misery
loves...
Your company.