StrangerA Poem by boltsbutterflyShe awakes before I do She tells me exactly what to do She’s confusing She’s all consuming And I am left to move Move I may, Move I must I struggle at bonds of peace and trust I work my heart to it’s breaking My love for her leaves me shaking She tells me what to do and say And when I behave she rewards me Love and comfort Beauty and and trust She is my world She is my lust Beauty queen Dirty w***e She knocks on all the stitches She slams all the doors She decides who I am to be She makes my world A place I can I handle She is consuming She is all confusing And I am left in her wake She is my savior My body caretaker And I am left in her peace I brake, I bend I mold, I shape To the person I should be In her wake I listen closely As she whispers so softly Who I am to speak She takes my soul and hold it in her palms She burns the scars She heals the scorn She tells me I am unworthy I know she is right But she shows me how to make it alright She is consuming this b***h is confusing And when I am left alone I come to my senses I build my defenses but she knows I can’t hold long Beauty queen drama queen You hold the only key You hold the key to my only love You take the strings of my lust pillage it on my cuts and starve me of mind and home I am strong I will move on I will cut you out But you have no doubt You are my lover My world My encumbering you take it all and some more Whittled to my spine I see distorted lines I see imperfection so unclean Coddle me Swoo me Love me And woo me My life is incomplete I battle you Worship you Decay for you Die for you As I fall upon my knees I ask of you beg of you demand of you scream of you why am I not happy? Child you will always be But don't be a w***e Don't be an insignificant like before your weight is appalling no wonder you're falling fall, if you must I rid you of my trust You call out my demons And scream at me, feed them While starving my mind and soul You know that you have me enraptured I can’t be You are my only love. So as I consume The fires of movement Of burning myself to peak I lash at you smash at you crash at you fall for you Over and Over I weep. Take all my pain Brake all my bonds I needn’t a family I have not one I have you My lover. You beautiful doll You perfect one I am enthrall You are consuming You are my happy undoing My heart is weak with your kiss Whisper sweet nothings This is not suffering This is how you shall be queen You will be perfect They cannot destroy you They can not break you Do not let them shake you You know the course you know how to hide Don’t forget what I taught you And you will be just fine. I will obey The voice The lady The lover inside my head She is consuming She is all confusing And here we go round again. © 2015 boltsbutterfly |
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Added on September 15, 2015 Last Updated on September 15, 2015 Tags: poem, anorexia, eating disorder, personality, pain, overcome Author
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