titanium liquid glaze

I coated my heart with titanium liquid glaze.

How can the humidity get in.

How can I rust again.

I stumbled upon my old childhood pictures.

Dressed in a smile so foreign to me.

I forgot all the lectures.

I gave myself and memorized to my brain.

I found myself knitting that face I dread the most on the muscles of my cheeks and God it hurts.

I forgot about how your head can fire up, it was a promise.

To never let that happen again and I failed.

I coated my heart with titanium liquid glaze.

So how can my heart rust again?

I tried and tried but the wounds still crack open.

And I have nothing left to help me put a coat on it.

I thrive in low lights like an ordinary plant.

So how can I face my yellow stems in the sand.

I neglected my roots and forgot how to water.

I neglected my fruits till the flies filled the abdomen.

I can't run away again.

Wouldn't run away again.

And how can I pretend.

That I'll be okay.

My wounds cracked open.

I was God-chosen.

So how can I be mad when I should be glad?

I tried to understand the mind of the good god.

But I fail to follow the traces in the Quran.

I tried to knit that smile on the muscles of my cheeks.

And it horribly ended with grief.

I tried I tried to believe in a good God.

And that he loves me, but I pretend.

To follow through all the commands.

To pretend that I got my life back.

I coated my heart with titanium liquid glaze.

So how can my chest burst and let it all go away.

The wounds still crack open, and I can't pretend.

That everything that hurts will be.

Okay again.