Your A Lie

A rose without its thorns.
A devil without its horns.
This angel without its wings.
This heart with out its beats.
I am no different from any of these.

Save me from this mutation.
This extra crack that forms within me.
Save me from this confusion.
This unwanted input into my memory.

Your not wanted here.
Leave now.
Stop trying to get your lies around.
They are all so clear.

The mask you had.
The knife, which you used to back stab.
You feed off from the hearts you find.
My eyes are no longer blind.
Stay away from me.

*** one of my first poems...