A sliver of guilt,

Worms its way through,

The thick smog of lies you've been telling him.

Your effortless when it comes to lying,

Your envious of how he can express himself so openly,

You stare into the mirror and see yourself as Aphrodite.

No appreciation,

No warmth,

Or tenderness,

Seeps from the pores within your skin.

Just your wants,

And needs,

Showcasing itself front and center,

All the time.

Never taking into consideration his own.

Take,

And never give,

Not even your heart.

Your heart is protected.

Like how the blood flower,

Is protected by its everlasting prickly guardian.

Unyielding,

And unaffected.

By the ones trying to maneuver,

Their way,

Into that thing you call a heart.