Love is killing pessimism
It's a shining optimism
it burns brightly
blinds who I've been
and sheds light
on who they always wished
for me to be
my blackened brain
senses betrayal
strike and recoil,
strike and recoil...
trust, faith
hope, happiness..
foreign words
that burn my tongue
but I'm growing accustomed
to this sensation
I've never felt so exposed.