I have no trust
For people who use others;
Actors of affection
With counterfeit currency
Used for comfort,
For validation,
For release–
How long
Until you are the lemon,
Juiced from the inside out;
Skin tossed aside.


I thought you’d be able

To see it on my face,

To hear it on my voice,

To understand the

Words unspoken,

Yet confessed

By the original language,

To spare me the courage

I lost from these days

To speak up and say

That I am not okay.


Her humble
Beauty hiding
Behind her
Flawless facade

Fools foolishly
Tried to climb
Over walls well built,
And found themselves falling

Men left lamenting
If it was her
Or the facade
They couldn’t get over.