relates to my current situation
This is my own doing. I have betrayed that which matters most; Trust. I am slimy and slippery, weaving between your emotions, sucking the nutrients out of each ripe moment. I scratch the tender surface off the beating, broken heart; proceeding to re-open the wounds.
I am a lizard.
I have become a creature of instinct, my only distinct trait is survival. I cannot love another, only mate with it. I cannot share pain with another, only inflict it. I do not bring happiness to another.
I am a lizard.
I love bringing roses to a woman when she least expects it. However, I was not granted with posable thumbs or more than a pea-sized brain. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie. However, I have no taste. What is a lie?
I am a lizard.
