wilted.

wilted.

a hold of the present
that has her cocooned
In misery masked as love
Pained pleasure disguised as affection

the present
trapping those boxes of the past
the little tinker boxes
housing sweet faded memories
just sweetness and innocence.

the boxes needed to be opened
Yesterday as the perfect human
hurried to kiss the next lips
burying his head in another’s thighs
Sucking out her cookie dirtied by other suckers

And I realize how scared I’ve been to step out
Since I feared death of my love, loneliness and misery
Since I want not to remember the happy times when happiness looms around me
And the siblings didn’t know I had no father.

the one I loved never loved me
His love was a game of conquest
another win.

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