i have a gift

cursed- not blessed

i do not have gold

and beauty

i have rust

dirt

ruin

i ruin everything i touch

bring it down with me

burn it

trash it

like it never existed before

feelings are crashing like waves

and hearts are torn into such tiny pieces

there no hope to mend the break

a break i caused

i put my cursed hands

on such delicate roses

they shrivel and die

i put my cursed hands

on such lovely memories

they twist and bury away

i put my cursed hands

on such beauty that friendships had

and turned them into chaos

bitter

betrayal

i put my cursed hands

on myself

since that’s already ruin

a monster that was born

wreaks havoc upon everything

and everyone

i can make myself

disappear

i can allow for a better

midas touch to touch

the world