The Madman

A Poem by Mae-Alice

I find safety in the arms of this madman
his terror appealing in my eyes
the fear that is stricken when he walks into a room

it is
like the feeling a bulimic gets when she wastes her meal to the toilet
or a cutter
when he sees the blood he has drawn with the blade

my lover
my self mutilation
he is a release
when I fight for my freedom
for control
a real fight is what I want a strong hand to tell me no
putting me in my place
forcing me to stay still
sit down
follow orders

but alas I cannot keep him
tomorrow he is not mine
but I shall dream of nothing more