I guess memory has warped my perception of you.
Eyes once focused on flawless skin now notice a crooked nose and hair that curls in precisely the wrong way every time…
They say you are the goddess of beauty, but I find nothing lovely behind those eyes.
Caked in desire and cheap makeup, they glance quickly back and forth between me and
Nicotine stained fingertips that have crossed at promises one too many times..
you somehow remain innocent.
A baby, learning to walk through these city streets filled with fire,
To navigate your way to dingy bars perched beneath the battered cement, Shameless.
Low cut shirts, a cross dangling precariously between your breasts,
A child's admiration,