I'm a chaotic and paranoiac, walking dilemma strolling down the aisles of a madhouse where I insanely dream of my own wonderland- the pleasure of serenity when I indulge in the taste of your lilac lips that brings me the finest radiating joy.

Wrapped in between your army-sheltered arms, all I can ever savor is your vanilla aftertaste of the protruding care and affection for the scrappy girl who craves your soothing aid.

But when you untangle the truth from your tongue, it seems like a rancid coffee which falls on me like boiling water burning me from the inside and out. Yet I know that whenever you open my stubborn eyes to understand the darkened spectrum of the reality, you mean not to hurt me, but to keep me safe, right there in our garden of Eden