I think – you lie

You lie,

You say you love me.

But how could you?

When even the mirror rejects me.

You get manipulated by my skin of gold,

Only if you knew –

They were the marks of my sin,

Touched, ruined and sold.

You say you love me – say it slow,

Cuz once my soul will know it,

It will hunt your glow.

Why would you even look at me?

I don’t get it,

I never will.

I am not someone’s dream muse,

But a fear; a thunderstorm of bruise.

I don’t smile,

I don’t shine,

I crack.

I bleed.

Yet you chant “you are mine”

But maybe.

Just maybe.

Love is supposed to be real not pretty,

Like a forbidden island not a shining city.