[has naivety ever killed]
I used to be golden, \ I promise. I used to question every conceivable \ notion and ideology orbited into motion. And maybe I was \ wrong then to be anything worth $41.31 per gram instead of \ priceless. But I was sold – without a second thought to \ the future – to a pawn shop that burned down 17 days \ and 10 months ago. I was melted down, \ bare strict to my core of double-mindedness and \ magma. My ash wisped across rubble taking the place of deserted parking spots \ till I didn’t feel comfortable enough to land. But I did, on the cusp of your \ eyelash, catching a glimpse of whatever you deem desirable, \ not realizing it was my reflection you were enamored with. \ I think it’s funny that you don’t mind seeing me scattered, with \ burn marks making varicose veins seem angelic; in fact, \ if I heard you correctly, you called my weathering ravishing.
I used to luster, I promise. I used to glisten at just the hint of \ laughter or the wrinkle that comes before \ a smile, but smoke hasn’t allowed much chance for \ illuminations. It must have been divine intervention – you: being the one to catch sight \ of my signal flares for rescue; you: never questioning the brands and opinions upon my skin \ from traders you’ll never meet; you: ignoring the flaws causing constant repetitions \ of sorry and thanking the subjects of my apologies for giving you something \ to care about; you: respecting the trust I’m \ frightened to relent and the naivety I hold back – I’ve already been near death once.\ For too long, I’ve been accustomed to someone else’s insecurities \ compressing my rib cages, and bought and \ sold neglected treasures down my windpipe,
but you teach me how to respire assurance again.