I am withered
Bombarded by decrepitude
My waters stagnant, defiled by the mirage I had married
Blacklight drizzled on the promising bud
Eager to reach its full bloom
Forcing its premature growth
Corrupting its innocence all too soon

What a malicious mistress you are
Splintering my reality and knifing
Its fissures and finally smashing
Through the fragile glass
Seizing me from my reverie

Shoes that seemingly fit so well
Were not mine to be worn
I was but brushed aside for another
Though I tried to evade
Condemn and denounce it
For how long could I deny?
Verity lovingly kissed my temple
Caressed my cheek
And whispered reassurance
I had become jaded.

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