when it comes to you
I don't mind
the way you put me on a shelf
and only take me down
when you need me,
how quickly you say
no
and how fast and easily
you can make me say
yes,
how you continuously
patronize me
and let me know
you control the situation,
how your eyes wander
over every inch of anything
feminine in a room
before they meet mine,
how i feel
when they don't
the way you build me up
and break me down
with a single look
a simple gesture
a crippling touch.
The worst part of all
is that
when it comes to you
I don't mind
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 11:33 AM UTC
I've started writing
Again
I'm sure that would
make daddy
happy.
To know I've begun
to fill that empty space
with words rather than objects,
with emotions rather than people
and
with myself rather than everyone else.
What he doesn't know
What they don't know
What nobody know
is
that empty space is never filled
maybe a bit but never fully
not with boys or *****
That space is ever growing .
Every time I think it's stopped
yet another event
stretches it
and who do I
tell about this
seemingly
endless dark space
when everyone I care about
has fallen
inside.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 8:55 AM UTC