Jaded: The Loss of Innocence

your body turned away from me
partially obscures your face
the tears you are trying to hide
light shining on your castdown head
turns your hair into streaks of gold
and I long to touch it
through the haze of cigarette smoke
and dancing dust motes
I search for the words to take away your pain
your golden boy existence, altar boy past
didn't adequately prepare you for the bare, scraping rawness of betrayal
the sting of loss
there was no way you could have known that I was not the girl you dreamed of
that I was bursting at the seams of the mold you created
just a role play of ego, a mask for the masses that I clung to
but the bitter truth has risen beyond its glittery facade
and you know me for what I am
the trash pretending to be treasure, an actress playing a role
with award winning acclaim
and you may never look upon the world again
with the happy innocence of yesterday
but with the jaded gaze of one who's been burned
and for that I am truly sorry