But

On knees

Crushed by the weight of disbelief 

Blind

Eyes flooded by dark waters

Not the cleanest of souls

But

No harm was meant for you

Nothing foul came to play

But

They spun lies to you

Dark and sweet like molasses

Horrible and convenient

Like your first smoke

Slipped right through fingers

A red ribbon whipped out into the wind

You 

Jaded but kind

You were broken

Chucked off the trail like a snapped twig

You never found the path again

Refusing to come close

Refusing to see my face