things so pure

have become tainted.

painted black

with a broken brush.

my thoughts have shifted.

my mind wandering

down the chipped road

i fought so hard to leave.

faces have blurred

along with places.

images distorted,

shriveled and twisted,

like my heart.

who i can no longer trust.

who leaps into voids

it finds... enticing.

so, i tether it to my mind,

another untrustworthy subject,

and hope that some logic

will silence my innocence,

and i will mature

like i always do,

and everything will be alright,

and i will be pure once more.