It Begins

Catholic Kiss

Majestic lipstick , in my mouth
Ocean eyes ، blinding my vision
A perfect place to feel fine , but i never felt valued.
And that's why it hurts just as much to handle a lovely shadow.

Why does it feel weak to feel at all?
Because everytime the guilt comes in to paint a picture.

I never appreciated the canvas for what it was.

Chandelier pain , as it walks into my obituary.

Here lies " the man who wanted more , but had expectations too high"

Now, the loneliness crawls again and again
Just like you.

I guess this is what I get for thinking that i deserved to smile.