The beauty exists no deeper than the skin
Between the cracks of perfect pores, tears swell in darkness
Behind parted, curved and twisted red
Beyond pretentious disguise
While emotion remains unreadable prying eyes and prodding fingers cannot interfere
This state holds no fear of being alone but an apprehension of being unloved, undesired, unrequited and without purpose.
Repetition of a falling tower built of blindness and naivety
Love is hope and hope is a flawless path to disappointment
The sun shines upon doubt distracting its instinctive predictions
Logic is absent in optimism
