She wore her insecurities around her neck
That torn apart bracelet of fear
Adorning her wrist scarred by the sun that never came
Ointment of unfaithfulness dripped from her hair
To the soles of her feet
As if she was being worshiped by pain
Not how I want to remember the biblical Aaron
But she stood there
The fallen angel
As beautiful as the moonlight
There she stood
Her heart on her sleeve
The heart that still ached from yesterday
Pus from her wounds still falling like she were a fountain of defeat
Atop the pyramid of disbelief
She stood
Asking me to believe
In what she stopped believing in
On her behalf