I wash you off of me,
Like a bird flicks water through its wings.
Water running down my skin
taking the feels
Of you with it.
Even though
You've not touched me.
Today I feel a sticky layer of selfishness;
greed trickling along.
Metamorphosis.
Don't stay
On me --i won't allow it--
Tainted and harsh, hurting those around you
How to change the blind?
The hurt?
So that
overtime you'll
never hurt another like u do now again: Selfconsious actions.
Is it possible to
Hope for?