scum:

I know I’m not scum,

though I let you whisper it in my ear.

Tell me I’m beautiful.

Treat me like your favorite sin.

If it is damnation why..?

Why do you look like home?

I suppose to someone who doesn’t burn

shade is just shade.

I’m not the liar I claimed to be.

I appreciate the irony.

But you were worth that sacrifice.

Every crack, every unraveled thread,

every dream that would never manifest.