She tells me I am not good enough
Tells me of all I must edit
Tells me I am weak not tough
She laughs as I give myself credit
It has been over 24 hours
There is no hunger in my smile
I am consumed with the scent of flowers
Imagining the taste so vile
In another 12 I will surrender
Realising I am as she hisses
Why is it that I love her?
Why do I love her bittersweet kisses?
Will she ever let me be free?
Or to die upon her hunger
Will she ever forgive and leave me?
Or will she consume me and cover?
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